So much for cuddling after sex. She slipped on her panties and padded to the door, stopping when she reached Eagan. “I didn’t plan this. I wanted you to know that.”
Nothing.
Damn him. And how could she make herself so vulnerable to him, so much so that she didn’t even think about protection. That was definitely not her way.
Ananda dressed and returned to her room taking a back hallway Eagan showed her, sated and pissed all at once. How could this man deny the intense connection the two of them felt just now? Even Ananda forgot about her desire to showcase her dancing the moment she and Eagan had kissed.
* * * *
“I had sex with one of the contestants last night,” Eagan said to Phil.
Phil’s eyes widened and he did his usual finger raking through his thinning hair. “Christ, Eagan. Are you shitting me?”
“Why do you think we’re talking here in my office?” As much as he wanted to tell Phil everything, he would leave out the fact that it was in this very room that he’d fucked the delectable Begonia.
“No cameras. Wise.” Phil paced, shaking his head as he moved. Then, he stopped. “Wait. I would have that on camera somewhere. Where did you do it?”
Eagan glanced up at his friend. It wouldn’t take him long to figure it out.
“The garden?” Phil scratched his head.
“I didn’t know cameras weren’t out there, either.” Good to know, if he needed some private time to himself that he could hide among his favorite flowers and plants.
“Holy shit! In here? You had sex with her in here?”
“Little louder, Phil. I don’t think the audio guys got that.”
“How could you, man? You couldn’t hold off for a few weeks before you nailed one?”
“It wasn’t like that.” Not at all.
Phil would never understand, though. He wouldn’t understand the animal attraction that pulled Eagan and Begonia together. He couldn’t know the unadulterated bliss of sliding his cock inside of her and hearing her moan. Thank God, the cameras weren’t able to capture her hurt expression when he told her that he would still eliminate her if she fucked up.
“So which one was it? The hot blonde with the rack?” Phil wiggled his eyebrows.
“Phil.” Eagan slipped on his jacket and adjusted his cuffs. Knowing he would have to talk to Phil about this touchy subject, Eagan told Aspen not to worry about grooming him for tonight’s taping.
“Oh! Maybe that hot Puerto Rican chick with that nice ass?” Phil licked his lips.
“I swear I can’t tell you’re married sometimes.”
“And you seem to forget that you’re a multimillionaire who could lose all of that in a second, if you put Mr. Willy in the wrong girl. Now if you eliminate her, she could say you’re getting rid of her because of the sex. Plus the fact that, if she wasn’t on any contraceptives at the time you two hit it, you could be paying out the ass for child support. Uh, you did use protection, didn’t you?”
Condoms? The only thing Eagan had thought about was sliding into was her sweet pussy walls. He’d hoped Begonia wasn’t one of those opportunistic women who would sue him for all of his money. Not like he wouldn’t have deserved the treatment.
“I just wanted to let you know, in case something goes down.” Eagan reached the door.
“So, are you going to tell me which one it was?” Phil hopped from one foot to the other like an anxious child.
“Yes, I’ll tell you.” Eagan signaled him to move in closer to him so that he could whisper. When Phil was within earshot, Eagan said, “She was wearing a mask.”
“You fucking asshole!”
Eagan strolled out of his office looking more confident than he felt. He had eleven women waiting downstairs for him, one he’d just bought a two thousand-dollar corset for, and another he’d had sex with on the couch in his office, and the week wasn’t over yet.
When he hit the foyer, he kept his gaze from Begonia. He knew she was shooting him daggers. No use pretending that she didn’t want his head on a platter.
“Ladies, here’s the man of the hour.” Tony held up his hand to Eagan and backed out of the shot.
“Good evening, Master Eagan.” The robotic tone started to sound too rehearsed.
Eagan felt like the man behind the voice on Charlie’s Angels rather than a Dominant. He hoped with whittling the women down, the addresses to him would sound more sincere.
To start the evening, he went down the line of contestants and gave them all a kiss. At Begonia, he leaned in to kiss her lips. She turned her head and he got her cheek instead. Though she had every right to give him the cold shoulder, he didn’t need the treatment in front of the other contestants or the cameras. He gritted his teeth and stepped back.
“Good evening. As much as it pains me to do so, I’ll have to eliminate one of you ladies tonight. In the short time you all have been here, I feel like I’m starting to get to know you all.” At his last statement, he glanced at Begonia, who rolled her eyes in disbelief. “But I know you don’t know me completely. So tonight, we’re going to play a little ‘Simon says,’ but change it to ‘Master Eagan says.’ With the help of Apple and Willow, they’ll give commands saying ‘Master Eagan says’ and state whatever the task may be. If you move on a command where that phrase isn’t the preface of the sentence, you’re automatically out. The winner of this challenge will have immunity for the next show. Does everyone understand?”
All of the ladies, including Begonia, nodded.
“Great.” Eagan stepped back and allowed his slaves to move forward. He kept a careful eye on the group to see who would make the first mistake.
“You ready, ladies?” Willow jumped up and down.
“Let’s do this,” Poppy said.
“Okay, let’s begin.” Apple cleared her throat. “Master Eagan says to turn around and face the wall behind you.”
All of the ladies complied.
“Master Eagan says raise your hands in the air.”
They all did in unison.
“Put your hands down now,” Willow said.
Eagan’s heart sank when Begonia and Magnolia brought their hands down to their sides. Begonia’s actions shouldn’t have shocked him, though. She proved she couldn’t take direction well.
“Sorry, Magnolia and Begonia. You’re both out.” Apple tapped each woman on the shoulder and asked that they stand off to the side.
“Master Eagan says put your arms down,” Willow said. “Shake them out if they hurt.”
Meadow shook her arms, then stopped and cursed out loud.
“Yep, you know the drill. You’re out, Meadow.” Apple pulled her from the line and had her join Begonia and Magnolia.
“Master Eagan says turn around and face him.” Apple raised her voice.
The remaining eight women turned back to him. He surveyed their stance and mood to gauge how they were doing. Venus, as usual, looked overly confident. While Poppy and Lily looked bored. Time to shake things up.
“Master Eagan says—” Before Apple could get the phrase out, Eagan touched her shoulder.
“I’ll take it from here.” Eagan stood in front of the women. “I say put your hands out in front of you.”
In one smooth, unified motion, they did so.
Eagan strolled down the line, examining each hand.
“Been a while since you’ve had a manicure done, huh, Poppy?” he said, goading her.
“What? These nails are tight.” She brought her hands in and examined her fingernails. “See. Look at them.”
“You’re out.” Eagan jutted his thumb over his shoulder to where the other booted women stood.
“What?”
“I didn’t tell you to drop your hands, did I?”
Poppy shook her head as she stormed from the line.
“I say put your hands down.”
In a fluid motion, the ladies dropped their hands back to their sides.
“Sunny, wiggle your fingers if they hurt.” Eagan
watched her.
Not one muscle moved on her. She was good.
“I say take off your shoes.”
The remaining six stepped out of their heels and stood next to them.
“Freesia, stand your shoes up together. One is knocked over.”
“Oh, sorry, Master Eagan.” She bent down. As soon as she touched the shoes she, too, cursed. “You got me.”
“Sorry, Freesia. Listening is just as important as reacting.” He patted her back as she got out of the line.
“I say hop on one foot.”
Five women raised one foot in the air and hopped slowly, but in a steady pace.
“I say stop hopping.”
As quickly as they started, they stopped and lowered their other foot to the floor.
“I didn’t say to put your other foot down. Bring it back up.”
Only Lily did.
“Damn!” she exclaimed. “I mean, shoot.”
“Nice try, Lily. Let’s give her a hand for playing so well.”
Both Daisy and Rose clapped. When they discovered they were the only ones clapping, they looked at each other and tilted their heads back.
“Daisy and Rose, please join Lily off to the side.”
Venus and Sunny were the last two left. Sunny didn’t surprise him. She came to this competition as a whole with her game-face on. Venus hanging in for the last two shocked him. He thought for sure she would have been gone at the first round instead of Begonia.
“Down to two. You ladies are demonstrating that you listen and take direction very well. Let’s see how you fare for the rest of the game.” Eagan paced in front of them then stopped. “I say take off your panties.”
Sunny did so immediately, whereas Venus remained still.
“You’re out, Venus.”
“Not fair, Master Eagan.” She raised the hem of her dress and showed off her naked pussy with its landing strip of matching blonde hair. “I don’t wear panties.”
Eagan nodded. “Nice to see and good to know.” He heard the crew behind him, including Phil groaning at the sight. “Lower your dress before the crew has a heart attack.”
Venus dropped her dress and put her hands on her hips.
“I say take off your—”
“Wait! Venus lost. You didn’t say ‘I say.’ Sunny is your winner.” Willow pointed to Sunny, who only smiled demurely.
“That’s not fair. How can I be eliminated for that?” Venus stomped her foot.
“Willow is right. Congratulations, again, Sunny. You have immunity for the next show.” Eagan faced Venus. “You played very well. Don’t feel that I didn’t recognize or appreciate that.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it to show he meant every word. Then, he turned to the women off to the side. “Please join Sunny and Venus here for the elimination.”
The group huddled around the winner.
“Thank you for playing along, ladies. Unfortunately, one of you will have to go.” He glared at Begonia. “Since you were one of the first to be eliminated from the game, I’m sorry, Begonia, I’m going to have to release you.”
“Wait.” Begonia held up her hand just as Eagan held out his to get her collar. “I won the challenge from the first day. Don’t I have immunity?”
Damn, she was right.
Instead of admitting she was correct, he wanted to play with her. Eagan strolled to Begonia. Their gazes connected in an intense stare.
“This is my show. I can forego that ruling and ask you and Magnolia to leave.”
A gasp sounded in the group of women.
Begonia didn’t blink. “You could. But then where would your integrity be? If you make your show a free-for-all, viewers may not care about your final choice. So would you still like for me to leave, Master Eagan?”
Without waiting a breath, he answered, “Yes. However, because I did say in the previous show that you had immunity, you will not be released tonight.” Begrudgingly, he stepped over to Magnolia. “Tonight, I’m releasing you, Magnolia. Trust and listening are huge parts of being a submissive. I wish you luck in finding the right Master for you.”
Magnolia unclasped her necklace and put it in his hand. Then she slipped off her mask. Underneath hid a striking woman. Her skin had an almond shade to it, which her dark hair accentuated. With her light brown eyes, she looked almost Native American.
“My name is Mireyah. I’ve always been curious about the Lifestyle and wanted to go far in this contest. I thank you for giving me a small taste of what to expect.” Mireyah bowed her head, then hugged all of the other women, giving them her goodbyes.
“I’m sorry you have to go.” And Eagan meant that. She seemed like she wanted to stay in for the long haul.
“And cut. Nice, ladies.” Phil clapped his hands. “You’ll have a couple of days off before we tape the third show.”
Eagan didn’t wait to hear Phil give him any instructions. He headed to the stairs to work off some aggression. The call from Dris Markham, which he answered last night before Begonia arrived, still gnawed at his patience.
After Eagan had convinced Dris over a month ago to hang in with the Infinity project, the man made more and more demands. This time a personal masseuse for around-the-clock massage care—in other words, Eagan footing the bill for Dris’s “happy ending” sessions. Bastard!
“Eagan, wait,” Phil called after him. “Aren’t you going to do dinner with the winner?”
Eagan peered over his shoulder. Though Sunny had won, he’d already dined with her last night. She proved to be pleasant company, speaking only when spoken to and obeying his every command. However, if he was going to learn about these women, he would have to start spending time with all of them.
“Venus,” he said from the bottom step.
Venus flipped her long, blonde hair from her shoulder and bounced over to him. “Yes, Master Eagan?”
“Care to join me for dinner this evening?”
She beamed and her nipples jutted forward. Guess she was happy.
“I would love that, sir.” She confirmed her delight by hopping up and down.
“I’m going to make some calls and freshen up a bit. You may want to change as well.” He turned to Apple. “Please escort Venus to the dining room in about twenty minutes.”
“Yes, Master Eagan.” Apple bowed her head.
As he went up the stairs, he glanced down at Begonia. The disbelief she showed in her eyes struck his gut like a punch. She ran past the crew to go outside. Good. If her head was full of steam, she would need the summer breeze to cool off.
After discarding his jacket and tie in his bedroom, Eagan prepared to go back downstairs to his office, when he heard a noise outside. Glancing out of the window, he saw Begonia chucking rocks into the water, only the stones she was throwing weren’t ordinary rocks.
Eagan took the back stairs down to the outside. He didn’t need a swarm of camera crews on top of him when he confronted Begonia. He also didn’t want the confrontation on camera, although two women ejected on one night might make for really good television.
Eagan burst through the backdoor leading to his garden. He stormed along the path to Begonia near the edge of where the woods began.
“Hey!” he screamed.
Begonia jumped and whipped around. He noticed right away she had taken off her red stilettos. She stood barefoot on the thick green grass. The feeling must have been heavenly under her feet and between her toes. Surprisingly, she did, however, leave her mask on. Eagan would have thought that would have been discarded along with the shoes.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” he asked once he got close to her.
“I’m releasing some tension, sir.” She gritted her teeth in the response. “You just told me on camera that you don’t want me here. Doesn’t bode well for me making it to the end.”
Eagan wanted to be pissed at her, but his harsh statement spoken back to him choked the words in his throat. He cleared his throat and approached her slowly.
“They ca
n edit that out.”
She shook her head. “Doesn’t take away from the fact that you said it and meant it.”
He did mean it, just not in the way that Begonia thought. Everything about her, from her disposition to her body, reminded him of Ophelia. He wasn’t ready to repeat that chapter in his life again.
“These rocks that you’re throwing into the water are imported from Thailand. I’m estimating that you’ve probably thrown about a thousand dollars worth of rocks.”
“I can’t win with you.” She threw another handful into the water. “Spank me. Tie me up. Tickle me to death. Kick me out of the house. I don’t care anymore.” She snatched her shoes from the ground. “People are right in what they say about you. You should be called Ego Morton.” She stormed to the house, stopped, and turned back to him. “Master Eagan.” She completed the statement with a courtly bow.
Before she could storm away from him again, Eagan grabbed her wrist. “Egos are for people who brag and have nothing to show for it.”
“Ha! You’re the pot calling the kettle black. What do you have to show? A big house with sex slaves. A garage full of cars that you can only drive one at a time anyway. A house full of women who all want something from you.”
“I don’t have sex slaves.” He pulled her to him. “And what do you want from me? You honestly want to be my submissive, doing everything I demand and more?”
“Fucking you?”
“Language.” Although hearing her curse engorged his cock as much as touching her did.
“Oh, sorry. Having sex with you. Manual stimulation.” She ran her hand up the front of his pants, brushing over his erection. As soon as she touched him, she stepped closer to him. “Fellatio.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game here.” His voice lowered. “Being my submissive is not an easy task. It’s more than just sex.”
“You wouldn’t know it from the last two shows we just shot. Trivia on your house? Playing ‘Master says?’ If the rest of the shows go like this, this will be a cakewalk.” Begonia got quiet when Eagan refrained from responding. She chewed her lower lip then said, “Why don’t you have a submissive now? What happened to her? Or is all of this just for show, for your career?”
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