“It’s a shock, isn’t it? At first…,” she asked softly. “No matter how many times I see this room. It’s kind of a shock every time.”
I looked around me, unable to find words.
“It’s okay, Eden,” she laughed at me kindly. “Mr. A sends all his girls here once. He likes the effect it has on them.” She poured two drinks and handed me one. I gulped and felt it burn its way down to my stomach.
“But no one will touch you. They all know who owns you,” she went on casually. “And later you’ll be glad you saw. It makes… other things… a little less shocking,” she said, patting my hand. “You’re lucky to have him, Eden. We all were.”
I took another swig, wondering why I bristled at her words. We were whores in a whorehouse, for hell’s sake. Maybe an expensive one, but what did that really change? Kaine himself had told me this wasn’t personal.
Sage’s master startled us both, coming up behind us and taking her jeweled collar. “It’s time,” he said evenly, giving it a tug. He was bare to the waist, his muscles showing under a blanket of fine, dark hair. “Come with me.”
Sage gave me a little wink and followed after him. She seemed so relaxed, so comfortable in her role. But then she’d been here for a few years and knew the ropes. She’d helped Mrs. Sparr to prepare me for tonight. I guess Sage was the closest thing I had to a friend.
My eyes strayed to the girls covered in caviar as I finished the scotch in my glass. They were what Mrs. S had called ornaments. They weren’t here for sex. They were here as decoration. Useful decoration.
I watched a man come up and put his hand on the ass of a beautiful, nude redhead. She was next to the table, as still as a statue. He pushed her toward a low, thickly padded bench and picked up a bottle of brandy. He nodded toward the bench and I heard him speak through his clenched teeth. “I’m thirsty,” he said. His dick was hard, out, and shining wet.
I watched, dumbfounded, as the girl dropped into position. It was obvious from her practiced movements that she knew exactly what he wanted. She bent down into a curious headstand, cushioned by the padding on the bench, and bent her legs at the hips and knees. Then she smoothly spread her legs wide apart, until her pussy was fully exposed… level with the man’s chest. I wanted to look away. It felt so wrong to look at her this way, but I felt outside myself. Like I no longer controlled my own eyes…
The man selected a slender silver tube from the tray that held over a dozen. It was about six inches long, the width of a bud vase, with a rim around the top edge. My mouth dropped open as he slipped it into her body. I could see the lips of her pussy spread to take it. Then he poured brandy into it, smiling and working his cock easily with the other hand. He licked the caviar off another girl’s breast as he waited for the redhead’s pussy to warm his brandy. Then he dipped his lips to the silver rim and drank as she wrapped her legs around his shoulders, tilting her hips expertly as she served him.
A war was raging inside me as I watched, unable to look away, but wanting to run. Back home, away from this place… or back upstairs to Kaine. I was equally appalled and excited by the things I’d seen. And in spite of myself, the climax that had been so close was still ready, just below the surface. My body was waking up to a whole new world of feelings tonight. Feelings that carried needs close behind them.
I backed away from the man. He’d finished his brandy and was scanning the room for girl he’d bought for the night. I saw her come up behind him and reach around to grip his cock. Seconds later he had her over a chair and was slapping her ass. She gave a shriek and laughed. Then he plunged himself inside her.
I headed for the door, wanting Kaine, needing him to touch me again. Part of me wanted to get it over with, but an even bigger part of me just wanted it. Sex was what I was here for, after all. And the more I saw, the more my body seemed to scream for it. I was ready for this to happen. I needed it to now. I wanted Kaine to take away this ache I felt deep inside. I wanted his cock buried inside me.
I was almost to the elevator when I felt a strong hand catch at my arm. For a moment I thought Kaine had come to get me, but then I turned and looked up into black eyes. It was him. Dalia’s master. The one who’d tried to buy me too.
“What’s your master thinking, letting a sweet little thing like you come here alone?” he asked. His voice was deep. Dark in a way that made me uneasy. “Come back to the reception with me,” he said softly, “if he’s too foolish to keep you upstairs…”
I pulled my arm away and held the neckline of my robe in one fist. There was something familiar about him, now I saw him so close. But I couldn’t place his face. I took a step back. I was sure… I knew him from somewhere.
“Kaine told me to come back after an hour,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “He’s waiting for me.”
The man clicked his tongue and I felt goosebumps rise on my arms. “He lets you call him that?” He shook his head. “Not if I’d gotten you tonight,” he whispered. “Like I should have, like I’m still going to. When that asshole’s done playing games, I’ll have you on your knees, you little cunt, calling me Master as I fuck your…”
I gasped, turning to run for the elevator, the stairs, anything to get away from this man… and stumbled, falling headlong into Kaine’s arms. I realized my hands were gripping his hard biceps. For a minute, I thought the frozen look on his face was my fault. Because I had touched him… But then I saw that his icy stare was locked onto the other man.
“Go to the room, Grace. Now. I’ll be up shortly.” He gave me a gentle push toward the elevator door. I hit the button over and over, and it opened with a shoosh.
When it closed and I was suddenly alone, it all came rushing back. Where I’d seen him before… and those black, black eyes. My stomach churned and sweat broke out on my forehead.
His wife, Claire, had been young and very beautiful, a wealthy blonde he’d married four years ago. And Bastien Cole had sworn he’d see justice done. One way or another. And now he was here at La Laisse…
I’d been in court with Evelyn when he was there. More than once. I’d seen him and he’d seen me…
I shook, feeling colder than I’d ever felt in my life. What if he knew? What the fuck would he do, if he found out I was Evelyn’s daughter? Or did he already know? I felt a drop of sweat trickle between my breasts.
It was Evelyn, driving drunk, who had been responsible for his wife’s death as she went walking that evening.
The impact had been so powerful that her head had been found several yards away in a gutter.
8
Kaine
“Mr. Arkaine, lovely purchase you made tonight…”
I was on him, my face an inch from his. I had the pleasure of looking down. Big as he was, I had three inches on him… and wasn’t turning soft around the middle. I slapped him, hard. A stinging blow that left his cheek red and burning. The bastard wasn’t man enough for a punch.
“You will never speak to a woman like that again, Cole, not in my presence. And you will leave Eden the fuck alone. She’s mine.”
“You may have blocked the Trenton deal, for now, but that’s fucking business.” I kept my words quiet as he put his hand to his face, his eyes furious. “But it’s not business here. And you’ll stay the fuck away from us both.”
I headed back to Grace, leaving Cole behind like the limp little prick that he was. I’d had more than enough of that fucking asshole and I wasn’t about to waste another second of my time on him here. That he’d been systematically blocking my development company from demolishing Rance Street was an issue that would have to wait. But seeing him here had triggered something else in me. Feelings… memories. Ones I wanted to destroy right along with the street I’d grown up on.
“Are you alright?” I asked, as I opened the thick wooden door to the Citadel. Grace was sitting on the sofa, her knees up under her chin, the thin robe wrapped around them. She nodded, and I picked up a throw from the back of a chair and wrapped it around her.
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“I heard what he said. And he won’t bother you again,” I said, taking her hand in mine. “He’s a useless fuck, but he won’t dare cross me. At least not here.”
“You know him, away from this place, I mean?” Grace asked, biting her lip. She had a tendency to do that, and I found it… distracting.
“He holds office in my home state,” I answered slowly. “And heads up a policy committee. We’ve been at odds for a while now, over a neighborhood my company has interests in.” I shifted and looked away. “He’s got a reputation for treating people badly. Especially women.” I stood up and looked down at Grace. She was nervous. Even more nervous than she’d been at the auction. I lifted her to her feet and tilted her chin up to me.
“I won’t leave you alone again, Grace. You won’t leave this room without me from now on.”
I held her chin, watching her green eyes. They were beautiful. She was beautiful. The color was coming back to her pale cheeks, but I could see there was still something wrong. Something was very wrong.
I sat, pulling her down onto my lap. I was hard, and shifted so that my cock wasn’t right under her perfect ass. “What is it, Grace. I can see it in your eyes. Was there more between you than what I saw?” I bristled at the thought.
“He was rude, is all,” she began. “But I know who he is…” She shifted and so did I. “I don’t know if he recognized me, too. But I remembered where I’ve seen him. It’s… well, it’s… complicated.” She looked away.
“And you’d rather not talk about it?”
She shook her head. I dropped a kiss on her mouth and felt her bottom lip, slightly swollen against mine. “Just know, you won’t see him again, not while we’re here together. Put it out of your mind, Grace.”
I rubbed her back as I spoke, and felt her relax in my hands. I slipped the fabric aside, baring her back. The skin was perfect, unmarked. I ran my fingers across, feeling the silken texture. Then I pushed her hair up and put my mouth to the back of her neck. I felt her shudder and catch her breath.
“Come with me.” I put her on her feet and took her hand. “I have one more lesson for you tonight.”
I took her to my favorite room in the Citadel. It was just off the bedroom, and equipped for every imaginable kind of sexual need. There were chains attached to the walls and hanging from the ceiling. A long, narrow table held everything from whips to vibrators. There was even a table that resembled a medieval torture device used for spreading limbs apart. But those weren’t the reasons I used this room. It was the sunken pool that I liked. And the surprisingly gentle lighting.
I led her inside and watched her eyes widen and her mouth drop open. Her lip was full, slack. I had a sudden urge to take it in between my own teeth…
“It’s okay,” I soothed, closing the door behind us. “Although it can be used for many things, for me… for us, this room is not about pain. At least, not in the way you think.”
The room was already warm, as I’d asked. The water in the pool even warmer. I took the blanket and robe from her shoulders. “Look around,” I ordered. “There’s nothing here you can’t explore, that you can’t touch.”
I watched her as she took in the room. She looked from the table of tools and toys, and then back at me. I could see a combination of fear and curiosity in her eyes and I smiled reassuringly. “They’re not necessary,” I said gently. “Unless you want them to be.”
Her expression shifted slightly. I felt like a starving man sitting in front of a gourmet meal. I watched her, trying to sense her feelings. Trying to feel them for myself.
She walked to the steps leading down into the pool and I felt my raging cock throb in response. “Get in,” I ordered, my voice sharper than I’d intended. I leaned back against a padded bench a few feet away. “There’s bath gel on the tray,” I said, gesturing with a nod. “I want to watch you bathe.”
She was awkward, not fully understanding. But she did as I asked. She was self-conscious at first, but the warmth of the water and the familiar movements of bathing were accomplishing what I wanted. She relaxed as she moved, almost seeming to forget my presence. Almost.
She worked silky lather through her hair, her breasts running with the stream of water and suds. They were round and perfect. The movements of her arms lifted them and made them sway. She saw my eyes on her, and squared her shoulders to me, letting me see her fully. She was standing in the hip deep water. A little wave left a white froth of lather behind on her pussy. My cock was painful. Raging hard…
I stepped toward her and squeezed some soap into my hands. I knelt at the side of the pool. I didn’t want to frighten her by getting in just yet.
I worked my hands together, the lather slippery. “Come here.”
I ran my hands over her breasts, down the velvet of her belly. I watched her nipples go from flat and wide, to tight and hard. She leaned toward me, her breathing getting faster. Her body responded to me so easily.
“I want you to touch yourself, Grace. Like this…” I let my hand trail down and found her clit already starting to harden. Sweet, hot, girl…
I took her nub in my thick fingertips and rolled it gently. The response was incredible. Her head dropped forward and she gasped. She rocked her hips into me and rubbed herself into my hand. This was better than I’d dared to hope for. I caught her hand and pulled it down too, pressing her fingers with mine into her folds. Rubbing together in small, hard circles. I could feel my cock already leaking with need.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I said against her ear. “I’m going to watch you touch yourself. I want to see what you do.” I pulled back and stood up, looking down at her in the water. Her eyes were enormous, but she didn’t look away. And her hand didn’t stop…
I want you to bring yourself to the edge, Grace. I want you so fucking close to the edge. I want to watch it. I want to see what you feel…”
I took a few steps back and leaned against my bench. She could see my entire length as I watched her and she never looked away.
I unzipped and released my cock. It was huge. Thick and heavy, dripping in anticipation.
9
Grace
It was too much. All too much. I stood with my mouth hanging open, watching him take out his cock. It was too much. Too big to ever fit inside me. Shit, I’d never had anything inside me…
But I couldn’t look anywhere else. He held it in his hand, the head round and dark. Then he stroked it, from base to tip and it got even darker. The whole time his eyes never left mine. And I never stopped touching myself. I couldn’t stop.
I felt my pussy clench as I worked myself. I should be embarrassed, I thought crazily. But I’m here letting a man watch me masturbate. And I think I like it.
The whole evening had been charged with sex. At first it had just terrified me, and I’d never have imagined it would arouse me. But the truth was that it had.
I flashed to the man who’d drunk brandy from a girl’s body and my hand sped up on its own. I could feel my breasts bouncing with the motion of my arm. They were sensitive as hell, needy too, from my own touch. And from Kaine’s.
“Remember…” I watched his mouth form the words, and could almost feel them on mine. I wanted to feel them. I wanted to feel all of him… What would his cock feel like in my hand… or inside me?
“Take yourself only to the edge, sweetheart. You will stop before you let yourself climax.”
I bit into my lip, determined to do what he told me. Maybe he was going to fuck me then… when I was right there… so ready… I could feel myself lengthening inside, preparing to take him. I felt my walls clench against emptiness and was suddenly eager to lose that feeling. I wanted to be filled. And I wanted Kaine to be the man who filled me.
I watched his body, rocking with the movement of his own hand. It was almost violent. I loved the feeling that I was responsible. That he could be so turned on just by watching me. I felt my clit throb in response as the electricity started at the base of my spine. I closed my
eyes and sucked a sudden breath…
“No.”
I heard him say the word. It seemed to come from far away. But the shock of his hand catching mine and pulling it away brought me back. My eyes shot open. He was next to me in the water, my hand a prisoner in his grip. I felt dizzy, the blood pounding in my head, a rushing sound in my ears. Every nerve was alive and tingling. It was like being on fire… without burning.
“Put your hands on me,” he said, his voice deep and harsh. “But don’t stroke me, sweetheart. Just hold me… while I touch you…”
I reached out, gasping as I took him. He was still dressed, his clothes soaking wet. Only his naked cock stood upright, waiting for me. I wrapped my hands around his length and felt him pulsing, his cock brutally hard but the skin shocking smooth and velvety. I watched as a thick drop of fluid formed at the tip. I was holding hard proof in my hands… of this man’s desire for me.
Kaine dropped his lips to mine, opening my mouth to his. His tongue explored as he kissed me and his fingers pressed against my aching clit, wet from the pool and slick with need. He slipped his finger between my folds and I moved my legs apart willingly. It was big, but nothing like the size of his cock. Oh, god, if his finger felt this good…
He worked me with his thumb as he plunged his finger deep inside, over and over. I could feel his cock pounding in my hands, but it was his hands on me that I was lost in. They had become my entire world… He was pushing and pulling, stroking and kneading. He took my bottom lip in his teeth…
And just as I thought I couldn’t bear it, I felt everything shatter around me, and inside me. I exploded in a rush of color and sound, my heart pounding, my clit swelling hard against his fingers. It washed over me in hot, wet waves and I heard him say my name, cradling me in his arms. His fingers never stopped, and they pulled sensation from me relentlessly. He was thrusting in deep and pulling back. He’s fucking me with his hand, I thought, giving up to him. I was helpless and my body moved with a mind all its own. I fell back, utterly lost…
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