by Bella J.
The new guy, Colton Riggs, who conveniently replaced Joe What’s-His-Face, silently walked into the living room.
Rex turned around and held his arms wide. “Welcome to my castle. Please make yourself at home. You will find there are twelve rooms you can choose from, and an array of entertainment rooms—and women—to keep yourself…entertained.” Rex shot him a sly grin. “The only place off limits to anyone is the top floor. That is my personal quarters, so you will not under any circumstances set foot there, understand?”
Colton nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
Rex leaned his head to the side, studying Colton. With brown hair and dark brown eyes, he was probably seen as attractive by some women. But Rex also saw a certain determination in Colton’s eyes which he was sure would bid well for his plans.
He went to the bar and poured two glasses of whiskey. “I have two rules.” Rex held out a glass to Colton, and he took it hesitantly. Colton was nervous, cautious—which was good. People who trusted too easily had the tendency to get killed just as easily.
Rex leaned over the bar. “Rule number one, I will never be questioned. When I tell you to do something, you do it. No hesitation, no questions, or you will lose your fucking head.”
Colton nodded.
“And rule number two, never touch what is mine, ever. It’s that simple.”
“Understood.”
“Good. I can see you and I are going to get along just fine. Now, I’m exhausted. It was quite the entertaining evening, wouldn’t you agree?”
Colton just nodded before taking a sip of his drink. A man of few words—just as Rex liked them.
Rex walked around the bar and passed Colton before he turned back around. “And, Colton, loosen up a little, would you? Have some fun. What’s the use of creating this beautiful dark world we’re living in if we can’t embrace it every now and then?” Rex winked and then made his way up the stairs.
Even though everything went down as planned, he was wound up way too tight. He needed a way to expel all the stress and frustration he endured the last few days. With Brent dead and Baxter the Saint out of the picture, he could breathe easily again, even just for a short while.
Once at the top floor, he punched in the security key and the door clicked open. The automated lights went on as he made his way down the hall, removing the chain with a key from around his neck. The closer he got to that third door, the more he felt the anticipation pulsing up his spine. His sick little mind was already thinking about all the ways he would work off the tension in his body.
He stopped in front of the dark mahogany wood door, pushed the key into the lock, and started to unbutton the collar of his shirt as he slowly opened the door.
The second his gaze landed on the one thing he had been dying to see all day, a smile crept up on his face, his body already burning with dark desires and promises of forbidden pleasures.
“My dear little firefly,” he said softly as he leaned against the door, starting to loosen his cuffs. “How you please me.”
The woman, currently naked and on her knees, remained silent as she kept her head down. It was the ultimate display of submission, something she had mastered years ago.
Rex smiled as he started toward her, his cock already pressing painfully against his pants. “Now this is what I call a welcoming party.”
When he stopped right in front of her, he reached out and placed his hand on her head, weaving his fingers through her long, golden hair.
“I’m in a very good mood today, firefly. So today I give you permission to speak and act freely within this room.”
It wasn’t something that happened often. For her to be free to do and say what she wanted wasn’t something he usually preferred—and neither did she. Submission, obedience, and discipline were what made them what they were. Addicted, captivated, warped, and completely possessed.
She lifted her head and gazed up at him as he towered over her, the sterling silver slave collar around her neck shimmering in the dimmed light of the room. Seeing her on her knees by his feet gave him a sense of ultimate power, a feeling of supremacy that could only be described as euphoric.
Her dark eyes looked up at him pleadingly, but he knew her well enough to know it wasn’t a plea for mercy. It was a plea for ecstasy.
She placed her hand on his while nestling her head deeper into his touch. “I have been waiting for you the whole day.”
“Did you miss me, firefly?”
“I always do, master.”
“Good.” He took her hand and helped her up from the floor. At five foot four, she was much smaller than his six foot four frame. She was fragile, delicate, and petite, and he wouldn’t want her any other way.
Rex’s gaze dropped down to her naked breasts, big enough to fill the palm of his hand perfectly. Her rosy pink nipples were already hard, and he licked his lips as his mouth watered to taste them.
With his head he indicated toward the king-size bed in the middle of the room. “Sit.”
Without a second’s hesitation she moved backward until the mattress hit the back of her knees. When she sat down, the posture of her back straight, pushing her chest out toward him, he positioned himself between her legs while slowly dragging the back of his hand all the way down her arm.
“Ask me about my day,” he ordered softly.
He felt her shiver under his touch and couldn’t help but smile. He loved the power he wielded over her body. It was his favorite part of the whole game.
“How was your day, master?” Her soft, angelic voice made him close his eyes for just a second before he leaned closer, bringing his face inches from hers while his hand continued down her body.
“My day was excellent, thank you for asking.” Her heart-shaped lips parted and he felt a swirl of her warm breath move over his face.
“I’m glad to hear that,” she whispered.
Her breath hitched as he moved his hand to the inside of her leg. “You should be.”
He grabbed her thigh and forced her legs wider while he glanced down at the smooth, glistening heaven waiting just for him. He bit into his lower lip before moving his fingers closer, closer to where he knew she needed his touch more. When he finally, lightly brushed his fingers through her slit, he moaned when he felt how ready she was for him.
“Does my little firefly want to play?”
“Oh, yes, master.”
He pushed his finger inside her before covering her red lips with his own, drowning out the wonderful sounds coming out of her mouth as he continued to work his magic between her legs. Her moans continued, vibrating against his tongue, down his spine until they reached the very tip of his aching cock.
He was so hard, and he was more than ready to be buried balls deep inside this woman.
With his other hand he reached behind her head and grabbed a fistful of velvety golden hair before jerking her head back, pealing her lips from his.
He studied her beautiful face, all the tiny little freckles that decorated the sides of her nose, and the dark lashes that framed her big, beautiful eyes. Of all the women he had at his disposal, she was by far his favorite. No one compared to her. Fuck Carla. Who was Carla? This woman was his first, his only, but no one could know about it. It was their dirty little secret, and he intended for it to stay that way.
“So,” he started, then pushed his finger deeper inside her, watching as her expression changed to that of pure euphoria. “You will never guess who I had the pleasure of meeting today.”
“Who, master?” she asked, out of breath, while her greedy hips started to move against his hand.
He smiled, pushing a second finger inside her, before leaning closer to her ear, whispering, “I met your big brother.”
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All the way from Cape Town, South Africa, Bella J lives for the days when she’s able to retreat to her writer’s cave where she can get lost in her little pretend world of romance, love, and insanely hot heroes.
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