Jennie
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"Oh Lord all mighty."
My head pounds at having cried myself to sleep last night after a long hot shower and I roll over to face the unfamiliar voice. Hugging the towel to me, I sit up and squint up at the man.
He's gorgeous.
Absolutely beautiful.
Not in a dangerous, sexy way like Lalisa but more like a perfect GQ model kind of way. He wears nice, dark jeans that hug his muscular thighs and a tight, sky blue shirt stretches over his contoured chest. His biceps are huge and I want to touch them to see how hard they are.
"Never found one in the closet before. And that hair," he whines, "Oh my God. That's going to take some serious work. I don't get paid enough for this. Well, I do, but you know what I mean. You're lucky this is my passion."
He outstretches a long arm toward me and I reach for it. He's not all serious business like Dubois and Lalisa. This man has kind, chocolate eyes and perfect dark curls all over his head. I find myself smiling at him even though he's staring at me like I'm a science project gone wrong.
Once I'm on my feet, holding the towel precariously around me, I stare up at him. He's as tall as Lisa. His scent is heavenly and expensive.
"I need clothes," I say with a pout. "I'm Jennie by the way."
He purses his dark pink lips together and I want to touch them too. It's like he fell from heaven and I'm completely intrigued by him.
"Honey," he says with a sigh, "I haven't bought you any clothes yet. We're going to measure you first. Then, we'll exfoliate the shit out of that rough complexion." He fingers my cheeks with his slender fingers and instead of shrinking away from this stranger, I close my eyes and let him touch me. I like his gentle nature.
"So I have to walk around naked?"
He laughs, the sound is rich and almost feminine in nature. "Nobody wants to see that, honey. Well, except for Ms. Manoban. I brought you a robe to wear until I get you some clothes. The name's Bambam, just called me Bams. I'm your personal stylist."
"I'm surprised Lalisa hired you. You're hot," I blurt out. "Won't she get jealous or some shit?"
His eyes widen and I'm not sure what offended him. "You're quite a spitfire, aren't you? I sure hope she doesn't catch you using her name. She's more pleasant when her toys don't provoke her. Let me make you gorgeous and give you some pointers. I've been around long enough to know what she likes."
He guides me out of the closet and I close my eyes once we enter the room. I hate this room. The color. The theme. The memories it incites.
Sucking in a calming breath, I open my eyes and instead train my focus on the good-looking man.
"Why were you sleeping in the closet?" he questions and points to the robe on the bed before placing both hands on his hips.
I swallow down my emotion and meet his gaze. Dropping the towel, I hope to rouse some sort of reaction from him that will distract him from his probing question. His eyes drag over my body but not in a lustful, appreciative way.
No.
He's analyzing every curve and swell of my body. I can see him calculating sizes, patterns, and colors that would look best on me. I'm frustrated that he doesn't find me attractive. It would be fun to make Lisa jealous if I could. She pissed me off royally on the plane and I'm eager to get her back.
"Size four dress, thirty-four B, twenty-seven inch inseam, and size six shoe?" he questions, tapping his supple lip in a thoughtful way with his pointer finger.
I nod in amazement. It's been awhile but those were my measurements when I could afford to buy clothes for myself.
He reaches forward with both hands and I gasp when his smooth palms graze over my breasts and along my belly. It's far from sexual but to an onlooker, it would appear otherwise.
"You're familiar with US sizes? Most of the girls don't understand those sizes and I have a helluva time trying to convert their UK measurements," he narrows his eyes at me when his palms reach my hips.
Dubois' warning rings loudly in my ears and I bite my tongue from telling him I'm really from Georgia. "I'm familiar."
Bambam's thumbs run over faint ridges on my hipbones and he frowns at me. "How old are you?"
I push his hands away from my hips and cross my arms over my bare breasts. "Twenty-six."
He nods as if he guessed this correctly too. "Your hips are wide. Does she know?"
The room spins and I snatch the robe up. Shouldering past him, I rush toward the now open bedroom door. Once my feet are on the chilled marble, I suck in cold breaths of air. He comes behind me and takes the robe from me. Gently, he helps me put it on. After he's tied it tightly at my waist, he comes to stand in front of me.
Kind, brown eyes meet mine and he swipes away a rogue tear that I hadn't realized had even escaped. He smiles and presses a chaste kiss on my forehead before whispering words I need to hear.
"I won't tell her and I won't bring it up again."
I swallow and nod my thanks.
"Now let's go have fun, girlfrieeeeend!"
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I spent most of the morning after Bambam visually measured me, in the sauna and pool. Christine, an adorable older lady, brought me a tray of fruits and pastries, as well as, cup after cup of hot tea. Lisa was right, I took to her right away. Something about her greying dark hair reminded me of my mother and the need to connect was strong. She told me cute, funny jokes and stories about Lake Sammamish. By the time Bambam came to fetch me after his shopping excursion, I was in love with her and didn't want to leave.
She'd promised to bring us something for lunch in the salon and that was the only reason I left without argument. Bambam seemed pleased with his purchases—clothes I had yet to see—and he babbled on and on about the sexy salesman that helped him. Discovering he was gay wasn't a surprise but my heart did ache a little for all the women in the world. Bambam is hot and I'm jealous of whichever man gets to touch the angelic body at night.
"What does she do for a living?" I ask once he's settled me in a leather stylist chair in the sleek, tiny, yet modern salon.
We'd passed Lisa's office door but it was locked—I'd tried to open it despite Bambam's swatting. Lalisa's dark, delicious voice rumbled on the other side and I wasn't sure if she had a client or she was on the phone.
"Honey, my place isn't to educate you on what Ms. Manoban does. My place is to mold you into what she wants—something that will please her," he says, blowing me off.
Despite Lisa's abusive and bizarre nature, I am still attracted to her. She riled up my body so easily in the airplane and I craved her touch. If I can learn to keep my mouth shut and go along with her weird antics, I think I could enjoy my six months here. It might seem more like a vacation rather than work.
As Bambam cleverly changes the subject and rambles on about how he and "Sven" flirted and how "at least someone isn't afraid to openly show how much he likes him", I stare out the window that overlooks the lake. I'd spent so long in Bolton and the other surrounding towns outside of London, selling my body to the dirty side of the population that lived there, that I'd gotten used to the shitty side of life. It'd been a long time since I appreciated gorgeous architecture or picturesque views.
"I'm going to get some color on this hair first and then we'll work on those hands and feet," he tells me.
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For the next several hours, Bambam returns my hair to a dark, mahogany color that only serves to brighten my green eyes. He softens my hands and feet with paraffin wax treatments and treats me to a foot massage that nearly gives me an orgasm. His slender fingers work expertly to file and buff my nails smooth and paints on a nude color that I find myself in love with. I hadn't been pleased when he announced he was going to wax me "everywhere" but having the gorgeous man touch my pussy, even in a non-sexual way, was worth the pain of letting him strip me bare of hair there. Once my hair was blown out, he then worked on giving me a wavy style. My makeup was last and he frowned the whole time in concentration as he worked on my face.
I find myself laughing, truly laughing, for the first time in a long time. Bambam is flamboyant and hilarious. He has stories that'll make a prostitute blush and I can tell that his heart is as pure as the heaven I still claim he was dropped from.
"Voila!"
Pride shines in his eyes as he swivels the chair around to the mirror. A familiar woman, a woman I long tried to forget, peers back at me. She no longer looks hopeful or happy. Her green eyes are harder. Wiser. This woman has seen things. Endured a terrible past. She has no future.
"You did a great job," I praise and award him with a smile that doesn't touch my eyes.
Thankfully, Bambam doesn't notice and glides over to one of the sacks he brought in from his shopping excursion. While I took a break for lunch and chatted some more with Christine, he said he stocked the empty closet upstairs with my new clothes. It felt kind of nice to get pampered and spoiled. I sure hope I don't grow accustomed to this treatment. It won't last forever.
He fishes out a pair of sleek, black peep-toed Louboutin's from a box inside the large sack and places them on the floor. I watch with interest as he places a lacey pair of black panties and matching strapless bra on the chair.
"Ms. Manoban will love that," he tells me with a wicked grin as if we're girlfriends and this sort of thing is normal.
I can't help but smile back because Bambam draws out happy emotions from me despite my situation. "I bet she will," I groan playfully.
He pulls out a dress and the old me claps with glee inside my head. I most certainly approve of the stunning dress, and for a moment, I forget who I am now. For one second, I'm the woman from before. The woman who wore things like this dress easily and with pride.
Being a prostitute, I have no modesty and drop the robe without hesitation. I've worn tattered rags for so long that I'm eager to don something exquisite. Bambam helps me dress and when he guides me over to the mirror, I gasp in shock.
The nude-colored, fitted strapless dress hits me just below the knees and fits like a dream. My dark hair falls in front of my shoulders and the push up bra helps my breasts seem fuller and perkier. I'm another few inches taller in the black shoes and I can't help but stare at my reflection in awe.
I'm beautiful.
Some sick part of me can't wait to show Lalisa. I want her to see that I'm not some ugly toy. But then I remember her promise. That she'd make
Bambam transform me—restore me. It sickens me that she was right.
"The guests will be here soon for dinner," Bambam says as he gathers up the empty bags. "Ms. Manoban wants to speak to you about your agreement before they arrive. I'll take you there."
He flashes me a flirtatious grin that would make any girl grow weak in the knees and offers me his elbow. I bat my long lashes at him and return a sexy smile to him.
"Damn, girl. If I didn't like plowing the opposite sex and didn't have a brooding, sexy-ass boyfriend, I'd take you for a spin," he teases. "You're the prettiest toy Ms. Manoban's ever bought."
I nod my thanks as he escorts me to the office next door, silently swallowing down my discomfort at having been reminded I'm only Lisa's toy. He's about to knock when the door swings open and a tall, black man gapes at me.
Dubois.
Eat your fucking heart out.
"Hello, miss," he says quietly as he quickly surveys my appearance. His eyes stray over to Bambam's briefly and with one gaze he thanks him for his hard work before turning his attention back to me. "You look lovely."
I smile at him and this time it does touch my eyes. "My, you're quite the gentleman," I tease with the southern drawl he loves so much.
He scowls and storms away from me.
"You're trouble, honey. Act right because I don't want all my work going to waste. She'll ruin all of this," Bambam says as he waves at my outfit with a hiss, "in one second. Be nice and behave."
I roll my eyes at him but nod that I will. Bambam worked all day on making me pretty. I don't want Lisa to have a repeat from last night and strip me out of the gorgeous clothes. Or worse yet, to make me cry and ruin all of my makeup.
"May we come in, ma'am?"
"Just her. Thank you, Bams," Lisa bellows from inside the office.
Bambam gives me a sweet kiss on the cheek before striding away. I gulp in a lungful of air before stepping into the office. My eyes sweep over the room and I'm instantly in love with it. No surprise there. Every single room aside from the one I have to sleep in is breathtaking. This one is floor to ceiling dark woods. Books line the shelves and her massive desk that sits in front of the wall of windows is adorned with expensive technology. In her suit, behind the gigantic desk, looking gorgeous as ever, her stature screams power and money.
Her eyes are focused on the screen in front of her and her brows are pinched together in frustration. I can tell she's tense and stressed about whatever it is she's working on. If I actually liked the girl, I'd give her a shoulder rub to ease the tension there.
But I don't like her.
And I'll do the bare minimum to get me paid.
She ignores my entry as she continues her work, so I take the free moment to inspect her framed achievements on the wall.
RM Enterprises.
Fortune 500 Company.
News articles about Lisa being one of the top forty under forty successful people in the United States. Pictures of her shaking hands with celebrities and other wealthy, well-known businessmen. College degrees and other framed awards line the walls.
Success, success, success.
"What do you do?" I blurt out.
I turn my attention back to her. She's still glaring at the screen. "I do lots of things, Bunny. What don't I do?"
"Wise girl," I grumble. "What is RM Enterprises?"
In a bored tone, as if she's explaining to a boardroom full of investors, she rattles off what seems rehearsed as she types away on her computer. "RM Enterprises was founded sixteen years ago after I graduated from college with a degree in finance. I'd taken over a successful brick and mortar toy company owned by my father, based in Los Angeles but it was a sinking ship. I analyzed the company's profits and losses, researched the market, and helped his dying company evolve into a more sustainable corporation. RM Enterprises launched Manoban Toys, a subsidiary, a few years ago to which parents and educators all over the globe can customize their toys for their children via our user-friendly web-platform."
"So you're rich from making toys. You're like the mean, sexier version of Santa Claus."
She chuckles at my summation of her, never turning my direction. "RM Enterprises and Manoban Toys only make up thirteen percent of my earnings. The other eighty-seven percent belongs to Fet Toy Luxe. FTL is a booming web enterprise that joins people with similar sexual tastes. Fet 'Toys' can advertise their services and can even add customizable options such as hair color, eye color, demeanor, dress style, voices, etc. 'Luxers' search these classified type ads on our site and can order their toys based upon their preferences and the amount they're willing to—"
I interrupt her. "Isn't that illegal or something? I mean, I know I'm not one to talk being a prostitute and all, but how are you not in jail for this?"
She sighs as if my question is annoying. "It is illegal except for in the state of Nevada which is where FTL is headquartered. All transactions take place at an FTL owned hotel there. The Luxers fly their toys out there and play with them until they run out of money or vacation time. Everything is completely legitimate and I pay my taxes like a good US citizen. Don't worry your little heart out."
Finally, she swivels in her chair, a smug grin decorating her pretty features. But the moment her gaze takes in my new appearance, her features dissolve and become angry.
Well, shit.
I'd been hoping for a pleased reaction, not a murderous one.
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Lisa
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My cock thickens the second I take in her new sexy look. The woman is fucking dynamite in a dress that should be banned for being so sinful. I want to do things to her. Lots and lots of naughty fucking things but there's no time.
I'm irritated that very soon I'll have to share her for the night with that of the leering eyes of Jongin Kai, my CEO who's up from Nevada for the evening. He's bringing the VP over communications, Bae Irene and FTL's CFO, Jackson Brown. I noticed a recent drop in profits and want some answers from the trio who runs the most profitable segment of my company.
"I see Bams' worked some big time fucking magic," I hiss through clenched teeth as I stand.
Her eyes widen at my words and she backs away from me into the wall in an attempt to escape my prowling toward her. She doesn't have a chance to move away from the wall before I've seized her in my clutches. One hand grips her waist while the other tangles into her hair.
I like her so much fucking better as a brunette.
Her makeup has been artfully done—dancing between exotic and tasteful. And I inhale her clean, alluring scent. Knowing Bambam, every part of her body has been smoothed to perfection. The thought of him waxing her wet little pussy almost sends me into a psychotic rage.
He's fucking gay.
The rage simmers and I drag my lips over hers. She tastes like the grapes Christine put into the chicken salad from lunch. I want to fucking devour my toy.
She slides her palms over my pecs through my dress shirt and I groan. It's taking everything in me not to push her over my desk and shove her pretty dress up her hips. I want to fuck her hard—mark her with my seed. If I knew Kai wouldn't enjoy it, I'd make him watch so he would know she belongs to me.
But the sick fucker would probably whack off later to thoughts of her.
Normally I wouldn't care.
However, Bunny is different.
She's mine.
"You smell good," I murmur against her ear. "I want to taste you."
Her fingers thread behind my neck and she pulls me to her, her hot breath in my ear. "So take a taste."
My mouth finds hers and I crush my lips against her plump, painted ones. A small moan escapes her and it reminds me of two nights ago when I got her off with my finger in London. So soft and sweet. I typically wait another week with my toys before I fuck them because I want them to get used to the house and routine. But not with Bunny.
I need her.
And soon.
She kisses me back with surprising shyness for a paid whore. It isn't like the toys who by this point are trying hard to impress me with their new good looks and expert kissing skills. This one kisses me with the unsureness of a timid lover—a woman that is enjoying making out with someone but not quite sure if she's doing it right. For a moment, I devour her. I own her with a kiss. Show her with each swirl of my tongue, each plunge of it into her mouth, that she belongs to me. That I'm the expert here.
The doorbell rings and I drag my lips from hers, causing the room to echo with the slurping noise. Her green eyes are hidden beneath her hooded dark lashes and her cheeks turn pink. She's the sexiest fucking thing I've ever laid eyes on.
"I'm sorry there's no time to train you before our guests arrive," I lie. I'm not sorry. In fact, I enjoy watching my toys squirm as they wonder which fork to use with their salad. As they act inappropriately at dinner and grow embarrassed when my friends and clients glare at them with disgust written all over their faces. They deserve it for being stupid whores like my mother. Bunny deserves it too.
"What do you mean, train me?"
Shrugging my shoulders, I stride toward the door of my office. "On etiquette, Bunny. I know it's hard to still be trash at the core even though you look like treasure, but eventually you'll learn. Just not tonight. Tonight you'll have to suffer through being the laughing stock at dinner."
The sudden intake of a harsh breath behind me causes me to smile. I take delight in the humiliation. In making my toys feel their shame. Even this different, beautiful, confusing one. She deserves it. They all deserve it.
Dubois has already answered the front door and is taking coats by the time we enter the entryway.
"Good evening, Kai," I shake his hand. He's tall and handsome but he's a pretty boy. I could crack his skull with my knuckles if I felt like it. A time or two, I've most certainly felt like it. If he weren't so good at running FTL, I'd have already canned his ass.
"Evening, Ms. Manoban," he says back with a voice smooth as silk. His curious eyes trail behind me and when he catches sight of my toy, a predatory smile stretches out over his features. "Who do we have here?"
Ignoring Irene and Jackson, I jerk my head to see him stride over to Bunny. Before I can stop him, he's already touching her. They're simply shaking hands but everything about the way he handles her is sexual. He likes my toy. The motherfucker wants my toy.
"Kai, Irene, Jack," I grit through clenched teeth. "This is Bunny."
Bunny's mouth pops open in horror and snaps her gaze to mine. What? Did she really think I would introduce her as Jennie to my employees?
"Bunny," Kai purrs. "How cute."
Dubois must sense my impending brutal outburst, with Kai being the target because he ushers them toward the dining room. "Christine has prepared a fine meal for everyone tonight. Unfortunately, she burned her hand and had to leave to go to urgent care. Someone from the agency will be serving dinner tonight."
The trio follows him but Bunny remains, an angry scowl on her face. When they're out of earshot, she hisses at me. "Bunny? What's so hard about calling me Jennie? Huh?"
I stalk over to her and grab her jaw in my punishing grip. Her eyes widen but she isn't afraid. I'm curious as to why I don't scare her. I scare every one of my toys. I'll discover a way to haunt her dreams eventually.
"Because under my roof, you're Bunny. Remember?" I snarl. "Or did you forget because you were too fucked up being a drug addicted whore? Let me remind you."
She yelps when I release her and grip onto her bare bicep, dragging her toward my office. Once inside, I shove her into the chair in front of my desk and leave her to find the contract. It's in a locked filing cabinet with my other expired contracts. I snatch hers and come back around to her side of the desk.
"For five hundred thousand, you agreed to live with me. You agreed to answer to whatever the fuck I want to call you. You agreed to wear the shit I provide for you. You agreed to learn whichever skill I think best suits you. You agreed to all of this."
Her glare is wicked and if I were a lesser woman, I'd cower under it. But I'm not. I'm the biggest person around here. Some little girl doesn't scare me one single bit.
"And what if I decide I don't want your goddamned money?" she spits out.
I smirk. "Well, you'd not only become homeless, but you'd owe me a twenty-five percent 'restocking fee' to recoup my costs of obtaining you."
"I don't have a hundred-twenty-five grand!" she shrieks, standing quickly.
I'm momentarily shocked at her ability to compute the number so effortlessly in her head. Our chests are nearly touching as she stares up at me with a vicious look of hate in her eyes.
"Then you'll do as you're fucking told, toy. Get over yourself and stop being a spoiled brat. You can play pretend for a few months. This'll be the best six months of your entire life," I snap back at her.
She starts to argue but I decide I've had enough of her bullshit. Sliding my fingers into her glossy, smoothed hair, I haul her to me and kiss her hard. Her fists pound into my chest at first but as my tongue dances with hers, she relaxes and gives into the kiss. When we're both fighting for air, I push her away from me.
My eyes fall to her swollen lips and I know exactly how I want to punish that naughty mouth.
"On your knees," I demand with a bark.
Her eyes narrow but understanding washes over her features. Despite my harsh tone, she seems eager to please. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I'd expected more of a fight from her.
I take her place in the chair and lean back. "Suck me off. You've been teasing me for over a week now and I'm ready for some payment. Make it good or I'll make you suffer."
She drops to her knees and makes her way between my spread legs. My cock aches to be set free and her tiny hands don't hesitate to make quick work at freeing me. The moment her warm hands encircle my thickness, I groan in pleasure.
"Lucky for you," she purrs. "I give the best blow-job in the UK and half the time will take a fiver. Imagine how good it'll be for as much as you're paying me."
I raise an amused brow at her cocky attitude. But the moment her plump lips slide over my cock, her quick little tongue tasting the drop of pre-cum on the tip, my eyes roll back in my head.
"Jesus," I hiss out.
She takes me deep into her throat—the woman has no goddamn gag reflex—and I nearly lose control. This was supposed to be punishment for her, but for some reason I feel like she's calling the shots here. With a need to regain control, I tangle my fingers in her hair and shove her down until her teeth scrape the base of my cock. She makes a gurgling sound and struggles but I don't release her. Her hot throat feels so fucking good.
Her hand grips my balls and in a threatening, but not punishing way, she digs her nails into the sensitive flesh there. I release her and she pops off with a loud slurp. She flashes me an evil, hate-filled scowl before she continues to suck my dick. I half expected for her to yell at me to the point I'd have to slap the fuck out of her. Instead, she continues her task like a good little toy.
I'm soon distracted by the expert way her tongue swirls around on the underside of my shaft and my vision goes dark with the need to come.
I could warn her but I want her to drown in my release. I want it to take her by surprise and it shoot out of her nose. Hell, I'd like it if she choked and then vomited from it.
I'm a sick bastard.
The release comes out with an explosive rush of heat. I jerk my gaze to find her staring up at me while she owns my cock. Her throat bobs as she gulps down every drop I have to offer.
It was the best damn blow-job of my life.
And I'm pissed as hell about it.
"Fuck you, Bunny," I snap and shove her off my dick.
She lands on her ass and stares up at me in confusion. Ignoring her, I stuff my wet cock back into my pants and fasten them along the way to the door.
"What'd I do wrong?" Her demand is meant to sound angry but I hear the vulnerable, almost wounded, quality to it.
"Get to the dining room and try not to embarrass me."
I stalk out the door and expect her to take a moment to collect herself. Instead, I hear the angry clacking of her heels on the marble as she stomps after me. Together, we make it into the dining room where everyone is buttering their dinner rolls. I take my place at the head of the table, my back to the view of the lake, and Bunny takes the only open seat beside me.
"Ma'am, Miss Collins is green from the agency," Dubois mutters, his tone apologetic. "She's gone to fetch an appropriate wine to serve with dinner."
With a nod, I survey my dinner guests. Bunny sits with her back straight and her pert nose in the air. It's as if she belongs here as my equal instead of my toy. I want to show her that she's trash. Hired fucking trash.
"Right, ma'am?"
Dubois' voice jerks me from my sinister thoughts and I nod even though I have no fucking idea what he just said. He frowns at me. Escaping his gaze, I flit my eyes over to Irene. The woman once tried to seduce me. I guess she thought she'd marry herself right into my empire. Dumb bitch got written up instead. Ever since, she's been nothing but professional. I gave her a raise last year but not the kind she'd wanted. I'm pretty sure she's moved on to the next best thing in her eyes.
Jongin Kai.
I'm about to say something vicious to him when I notice the sling around her shoulder.
"Did you hurt yourself?" I question out of morbid curiosity, not concern.
She nods and bats her eyelashes in a flirtatious manner. "I tore my rotator cuff in a tennis accident. I'm still healing from the surgery two weeks ago."
"Tell me why profits were down this quarter despite an increase in our customer base according to my analysis. I've studied the spreadsheets all damn day and I can't seem to come up with the numbers you three have presented me." Irene goes from trying to look sexy to escaping my angry scowl, turning her attention to Jackson. He of course starts babbling about operational costs and employee salaries. Blah, blah, fucking blah.
I quickly lose interest and drag my gaze back over to Bunny. She listens attentively and for a brief moment my chest puffs out with pride. My other toys are usually bored when we talk business. Bunny appears interested and the tiny frown on her face tells me she doesn't believe one single word Jackson is spewing. That makes two of us. When she glances at me, I wink at her. I don't mean to, but I want her to know I approve of how well she's doing. This seems to please her and she turns her attention back to my CFO with a fierce determination to understand.
"Okay," a high-pitched voice chirps. "I found some wine."
I lift a brow to see a mousy doe-eyed woman donning a uniform much like Christine's carrying two bottles of my finest chardonnay. Christine had told me about the braised beef short ribs she'd cooked. My palate shrivels up in disgust at having chardonnay with this dinner.
"Name," I thunder.
Everyone grows silent as I glare at the young servant. "Uh, uh, Stephanie."
"Do you think chardonnay goes with our meal? What are we having for dessert?"
The terrified mouse of a woman shudders under my angry stare. "Um, dark chocolate mousse pie."
Bunny lets out a disappointed sigh and stands. Her touch is soft on my arm and her look is one of assurance. "I'll bring us something that pairs better."
I want to tell the stupid bitch to sit down but she seems so sure of herself. "Is that so, Bunny? Do you even know where the wine closet is? There isn't any Budweiser in there."
She shakes her head at me in annoyance and glides away to help the servant. Before she gets too far away, I threaten her. "You seem awfully sure of yourself, woman. Choose wisely or there'll be hell to pay."
The table grows quiet around me. They all know better than to mess with me during one of my moods. And right now, I'm really fucking moody.
"Carry on. Explain some more of your bullshit reasons as to why we're showing a loss. Remember, this is the only chance to enlighten me before I say my piece. I suggest you really know what you're fucking talking about," I hiss out the moment Bunny is gone.
Kai begins his flawless defense against their work. I listen but I'm not paying attention. No, I'm waiting like a stalking lion. Waiting for the smart little bunny with all sorts of tricks up her sleeve to return with the dumb field mouse. The moment they return with the erroneous selection, I'm going to go fucking ballistic. I will eat that servant for lunch and make sure she doesn't get hired by anyone for a long damn time. And Bunny? She's going into the Hole tonight.
My rage festers inside of me to the point that my vision ripples with black hate. Memories of my past swirl around me and I want to hurt someone. Anyone. I attempt to harness the fury that's eating me alive by drawing my fingers into tight fists. I'm a ticking bomb—just waiting for the slip up so I can explode.
"Here we go," Bunny's sweet voice cuts through my haze.
I blink away some of the blinding wrath and stare at her. She wears a sweet, poised smile. With ease, she skirts around the table removing the champagne flutes which certainly don't belong on our table and replaces them with wine glasses. Then, I watch her as she sets to flawlessly opening a bottle of 2006 Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon, Napa Valley wine.
My eyebrows fly to my hair line as she pours a little into each glass. When she reaches Irene, she drops the cork in her hand and disappears for a moment to fetch it. Dubois' eyes are on mine, calculating my next move. I shake my head, letting him know I'm okay.
Bunny returns to her feet and flashes me a triumphant smile. Her pert tits are no longer the perfect shape from before and I'm curious as to what she's stuffed into her dress. She makes her way to me and pours some wine into my glass.
"Do you know what you've done?" I demand, hoping to scare the shit out of her.
She nods and shrugs her shoulders, not at all concerned with my tone. "I thought tonight was a special occasion that called for a special wine."
"Do you have any idea how expensive that wine is that you're wasting?"
She throws me a complacent smile. "You didn't tell me any of the wine was off limits. I paired the best wine with our dinner. Surely a woman of your financial status can afford to indulge in a twenty-eight hundred dollar bottle of wine." The smugness in her voice irritates me but I'm honestly shocked at her knowledge.
The rest of dinner, I watch with a skeptical gaze as Bunny participates in business talk with ease, laughs when Kai tells a joke about the president, chooses the correct utensil for each course of the meal without even paying attention, and slowly but surely loses her British accent.
Is it a fluke?
Or is my little toy hiding more than whatever it is she shoved into her dress from Irene's purse?
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My favorite thing about Lalisa is the vein that pulsates on her forehead near her temple when she's pissed. I didn't mean to dazzle her with my southern charm but when she was about to go ape shit on Stephanie, I knew I had to step in. Her eyes were daggers and it was only a matter of a few moments before she did something evil to the poor, innocent girl.
The pill bottle smashed in my cleavage is uncomfortable but I bide my time. When they all launch into more business talk after dessert, I excuse myself to use the ladies room. With a pep in my step, I eagerly rush to the hallway bathroom. I'm already pulling the bottle from my breast before I even get the door closed.
Hydrocodone.
Fucking score!
The moment that woman mentioned her recent surgery, I knew she'd have pain pills on her. Now, I eagerly pour three into my palm and toss them in my mouth. I drink from the sink to swallow them down and hide the bottle in a cabinet between two folded hand towels. I'll come back for these later.
I've barely made it back out of the bathroom when I bump into Kai. The man is handsome enough but he's nowhere near as sexy as his boss. Earlier, when I sucked Lisa's cock, I actually wanted things to escalate with her despite her being a prick. The thought was abhorrent. I wanted to humiliate her the way she tried to humiliate me. I wanted to rub her face in her shame.
But now that my anger has simmered, I'm back to just wanting her to fuck the hell out of me.
The thought upsets me but as the pills enter my bloodstream mixed with the wine, I decide I don't care. I want her thick cock inside of me.
My thoughts are interrupted by Kai's husky voice. "I must say, you're the prettiest little toy I've ever seen," Kai murmurs, his hands finding my hips. "Want me to show you what it feels like to be with a normal man?"
I haven't been with a normal man in a long time. At least not since my first boyfriend, Mino from high school. Before I met him—the one I do the drugs not to think about.
Mino was a nice normal guy with his normal penis and his normal Toyota Camry and his normal life. I'd considered a future with him until I realized I'd be fucking bored out of my abnormal mind. Sometimes I wonder if he ever found a normal girl.
"Did you space out there, beautiful?" Kai says with a chuckle. "Come here."
He drags me back into the bathroom and locks the door behind us. His mouth finds my neck and he drops kisses down my throat. The room spins and I wonder if maybe I took too many pills considering it's been awhile since I've used and I've had wine. My knees buckle and he catches me before I fall.
"Looks like someone's had too much wine," he says soothingly. "Let me take care of you, Bunny."
I cringe at the name. Coming from Lalisa, it isn't so bad. But from Kai, it grosses me out. "J-J-Jennie," I slur out, my tongue seeming thick in my mouth.
"Shhh," he whispers.
I gasp when he bends me over the counter and the cool marble shocks my hot skin. I'm vaguely aware of my dress being pushed up my hips and my panties being tugged down. His touch is soft and quick.
The room spins again and I grip the countertop to hold on. Kai's belt jingles as he sets to undoing his pants.
What's happening?
Lisa.
Lalisa will fix this.
This is wrong, that much I know despite my haze.
"Lalisa," I croak out.
"Shush," Kai hisses behind me. "I'll be quick, whore."
I find my voice and shout. "Lalisa!"
His warm hand covers my mouth and he fingers my opening. "You're not even wet. This is going to hurt, Bunny."
My eyes slam shut as I wait for the inevitable. It's not like this is the first time drugs have gotten me into a situation like this. But the inevitable doesn't come. Instead, a crack of the doorframe makes me open my eyes. Lisa's psychotic glare meets mine in the mirror. I notice that my eye makeup is streaked from the tears—I didn't even realize I was crying.
"You stupid motherfucker!"
I slide to the floor as Lisa drags Kai out of the bathroom. My head whacks the toilet on the way down and the room spins.
"Miss, are you okay?"
Dubois.
His strong arms are lifting me. I'm flying. He carries me away and away. I don't feel modest knowing my ass hangs out. Instead, I feel safe.
I must doze off for a bit because when I wake, he's walking me into the horror room.
"I'm going to be sick."
He rushes me to the toilet and holds my hair back just as I puke up the pills, the delicious dinner, and the twenty-eight hundred dollar wine.
Clarity begins to clear the fog in my head and I groan. Back to reality. Back to the God-awful fucking purple Princess Room. Back to the evil sonofabitch who tricked me into signing some stupid-ass agreement.
I stand on shaky feet and wonder why Lisa hasn't come to check on me or why Dubois is no longer here. Once I'm sure I won't be sick again, I brush my teeth with the toothbrush that was provided to me. When I finish, I stare at the woman in the mirror.
What happens after six months?
For a long time, I haven't focused any farther than my next fix of heroin. But now? Now, I'm concerned that I'm not cut out for this life. If drugs are all that I live for, why am I even still around living?
I sigh and find some face wash from a cabinet. It doesn't take long, but soon I've scrubbed away all of Bambam's hard work. My dark hair still looks pretty in long waves in front of my shoulders but my eyes seem innocent now that they're free of the dark makeup.
The dress doesn't feel right on me anymore. I crave to wear something comfortable and warm. As soon as the dress hits the floor, I scan my appearance in the mirror. The black lacey ensemble underneath was a waste.
"What now?" I ask myself.
Lalisa's stormy figure appears behind me. My eyes widen, drinking her in. She's no longer wearing her suit jacket or tie. Her white dress shirt is splattered with blood and her hair is a wild mess. I've never seen her look so disheveled.
"Did he fuck what's mine?" she snarls.
I shiver, not because I'm afraid, but her possessive tone turns me on. "You broke down the door before he had a chance."
My thoughts flit back to earlier—how I was so eager to take the pills and let the numbness take over that I didn't even have any concern for my safety. A man nearly raped me and I let it happen. Tears well in my eyes with anger at myself. My bottom lip trembles and I turn to face the woman that's been playing games with me since I met her a little over a week ago.
"I'm sorry," I tell her with a quiver of my chin.
Her brows furrow together as she studies me silently. After a moment, she nods. "You're my toy. All mine."
I allow myself to be gathered in her warm embrace and I snuggle against her chest. "What did you do to him?"
She sighs and strokes my hair. "I killed him."
The thought should alarm me but in some small way, it doesn't. And that thought alarms me. That I've become so jaded and battered that I am indifferent to the loss of a life. But when you get pushed, and pushed, and pushed . . . well, yeah. I'm there. That bastard, like every other ass in my life, tried to take advantage of me. And even though Lisa is a cruel, psychotic prick, she cares for me more than anyone I've encountered in the last decade. "Thank you."
Her body stiffens. "That doesn't . . . upset you?"
Shrugging my shoulders, I laugh but it's humorless. "I've had a lifetime of being upset. Now I'm just numb."
She's quiet and doesn't respond to my words.
"I've been hiding for so long. I just want to feel something again." My words are whispered but she seems to hear them. "Even if it only means for six months."
Her hands travel over my shoulders and they gently wrap around my throat. The blue in her eyes is gone and the stormy grey replaces it. "I want to make you feel, Bunny," she murmurs, her lips grazing over mine. She squeezes slightly. "I want to hurt you."
My hands cover hers and I nod. "I want you to hurt me," I say, and then I try the unfamiliar word out on my tongue, "master."
Her eyes slam closed and when she reopens them, they're wild. I don't know the woman staring back at me. She's not the smug jerk who conned me into signing a stupid agreement. She isn't the suave businesswoman who intimidates people with one of her signature scowls.
No, the woman staring at me isn't a woman at all.
She's evil.
Dark and sinister.
A demon.
And I want her.
"Please," I beg, "show me what you like. I need to connect with you. I'll show you I can be what you want. I crave for you to cut through my numbness and draw the feeling out of me. The pain. The pleasure. I want it all."
Her mouth seizes mine and despite the uncontained desire to do something twisted to me, I sense that she's proud of my submission to her.
"This won't be sweet," she warns, her lips hovering over mine.
A whimper remains lodged in my throat. "I know. I'm ready."
She tears away from my mouth and devours me with her stare. "It won't be sweet and it'll hurt. A lot. But you'll also feel things you've never felt before with a man. I'll own every part of you, inside and out."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Damn right," she says with a growl but then her features soften a bit as her brows pinch together in concern. "Are you sure that you want this considering all that's happened tonight? Don't lie and tell me you're okay if you're going to start crying the moment I'm balls deep inside of you. I may be an asshole but I'm not a rapist. Now's the time, Bunny. Your get out of jail free card."
"I promise," I assure her with a defiant lift of my chin. "I want this."
Before I barely finish my statement, her hand seizes my wrist and she hauls me out of the bathroom. The moment the purple room comes into view, my world spins.
"N-Not here! Take me to your room or the fucking couch but please not in here," I beg.
Dark, swirls of intrigue twist the grey in her eyes as she attempts to understand my fear. Her chest heaves and I can see her almost physically drinking it up. This should scare me. She's a damn lunatic. An animal.
But it doesn't scare me.
I want her.
I know that with her, my degradation would only be matched by the height of my pleasure.
Just not here.
"I should make you," she grunts, "but lucky for you, I prefer to fuck in the Hole."
Swallowing down a cry of joy, I nod. "Take me there. Do bad things to me."
Her growl is almost inhuman as she drags me out of the purple hell and down the hallway to the black door. She produces a key from her pants pocket and pushes it into the lock. With a quick twist of her wrist, she strides through the door and into the chilly darkness. I shiver and I'm not sure if it's because of how she slams the door or from how she locks it as if I'm her prisoner who might try to escape.
"What's that smell?" I hiss under my breath. Fumbling in the dark, I search for a light switch and step on a soda can.
"Oh, Bunny." Her voice slices through the darkness, chilling me to the bone. "You should feel right at home."
A clicking noise off to my left has me jerking my head in that direction. Soon, a long fluorescent light over a table flickers and hums before it brightens half of the dark space. Lisa stands there, slowly unbuttoning the buttons on her dress shirt, her turbulent eyes never leaving mine.
I tear my gaze from hers and my eyes skitter over the awful room. Graffiti paints the walls with words like slut, whore, and bitch. The room smells like piss and garbage. My stomach tightens in my belly and I wonder if I'll puke in this shithole. Trash litters the edge of the walls and a dirty, stained mattress lies in the center of the room.
The room is disturbing, and oddly familiar to what I came from just over a week ago. Funny how in such a short time I have already forgotten how vile it was. But now, as I take it all in, I'm horrified at how I'd been living.
It's amazing I survived.
Men fucked me. Stole from me. Hit me. Drugged me. Raped me.
And I kept coming back for more.
"I don't feel so well," I say with a gasp, attempting not to suck in any more of the putrid air.
Lisa laughs from the corner and it's bone chilling. Her chest glistens with sweat despite the freezing-ass room and I shiver. I'm not sure why she wants to have sex in here. This room doesn't belong in this gorgeous house. This room is sinister and evil.
"I bet you're craving a hit, aren't you whore?" She sneers. "Want me to find your pretty little vein and fuck you up with your precious skag? Is that what you want? What you deserve?"
I did deserve it. My heart flutters at the mention of the drug I've desired for a long fucking time. I was a whore, a slut, an animal who couldn't stop myself from craving things that would only put me in greater danger. But at the moment, all I want to do is get out of this dump.
"N-No," I chatter. My voice sounds unsure. Is she really offering me a hit? It would certainly make all of this disappear. Then, she could do whatever the fuck she wanted and I couldn't give two shits about it.
Another shudder wracks through me. But then I wouldn't feel her hot body pressed against mine. I wouldn't quake with the orgasms she would give me. I wouldn't feel her possessive tongue in my mouth, owning me.
I meet her indignant glare and lift my chin. With a shake of my head, I approach her. Her body visibly shakes with barely controlled hate. I've seen this look in a person's eyes before. There's no calming them when they're like this. They will do what they want to do. It would be in my best interest to just go with it.
"I don't want the drugs. I want you," I whisper, "master."
As much as I hate giving her the satisfaction of her stupid title, I know she gets off on it somehow. If that turns her anger into desire, I'll be her good little toy and give her what she needs.
She groans when I reach her and begin unfastening her pants. I keep my eyes trained on hers and lick my lips in a teasing manner. Lalisa can be my drug for the night. As long as I can focus on her, this shitty room will disappear. Just like it does when I'm high.
Difference is though, I actually want to have sex with her unlike those other punters in the past.
Her pants hit the floor and her cock strains to be set free from her boxers. At least I know she's turned on by me. I'm not the ugly little, spaced out thing she picked up a week ago. Now, she's getting Jennie.
I yelp when her hands slide roughly up my throat and into my hair. Her lips drop to mine and she kisses me brutally, holding me to her while she bruises me with her mouth. The moan that she draws from me is quiet but needy. And as soon as her warm cock is in my cold hands, I whimper with an unspoken plea for her to fuck me with it.
"Jesus, Bunny," she hisses, hot breath mixing with mine. "You're fucking with my head. You're fucking up what I want to do to you."
I stroke her hard length and pull away to look at her shadowed face. "My body is yours. Do what you want because I want it too."
This provokes her because she growls and slides her palm to my throat. With a tight squeeze, she nearly lifts me from the ground by my neck and walks me backwards. I hold onto her wrist, but don't try to pull her off.
"Bunny, you were right about your body belonging to me," she says with an ominous rumble. "But, you were wrong about wanting it. By the time I'm done with you, you're going to beg to be anywhere but near me."
She tosses me roughly onto the mattress and it knocks the breath out of me. Lisa is used to dominating her power over everyone, men included. But I've lived this life before. She might dominate my body but she'll never own my mind.
With a lift of my chin and a sweet smile, I say with a southern drawl, "Do your worst, handsome. I'm not afraid."
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My pulse races and my heart nearly beats out of my chest. She's pissing me right the fuck off, yet, she also turns me right the hell on. Her slender body is sexy as she stretches out on the dirty mattress. The protective part within myself rages with fury because she doesn't belong on the floor. She should be in my bed downstairs, enjoying the warm fireplace in my room, curled in my arms.
Her pretty green eyes, though, challenge me and the controlling animal inside of me wants to show her that she does belong here. That she deserves to get fucked like the piece of shit trash she is. That side of me wants to bruise her and choke her and make her bleed.
I shove down my boxers and watch with wonder as her tongue darts out and she wets her lips. The bitches I bring to the Hole fill the room with the sounds of their senseless begging and crying. They promise me blow-jobs and anal—as if I wouldn't get that anyway or that they even have a choice. Each one ends up screaming and running for the locked door. And every time, I end up knocking the shit out of them and finish myself off by coming all over their whore faces.
It's what I do.
It's who I am.
But Bunny's acting like she's about to indulge in a wine finer than the one she opened earlier. In this shitty hole of a room, she's eager for my cock. Her ability, without the drugs, to block out her surroundings and focus on me is a fucking turn on. And for a split second, I consider dragging her out of here.
"Take that shit off, whore," I spit out as I stroke my eager cock.
Her eyebrow lifts in surprise but without argument, she sheds her bra and panties. The light may be dim but her now smooth pussy glistens and I crave to taste it.
I don't fucking taste them. Not here. Not like this.
I hurt them.
I bite them.
I fuck them.
"On your knees," I snarl. "I want that little ass pointing in the air."
She bats her eyelashes at me in a seductive way that once again has me questioning what to do with her next. But eventually, she assumes the demanded position. Her tiny ass is white and flawless. I want to mark it up. It enrages me that the stupid dipshit, Kai, thought he could have her.
The man has some balls.
When I saw her tears—the despair and self-hatred in her eyes—I went mad with a rage that never before presented itself. My fists connected with that asshole's face over and over again until there was blood staining my white marble floor. It took Jackson and Dubois both to pull me from his beaten body. I'd lied to Bunny about killing him—I'd simply wanted to shock her. To scare her. Unfortunately, she was happy. Fucking happy.
Kai had groaned and gurgled despite his ass whipping but I knew he'd live. I wanted him to live because it was going to be my honor to make his life a living hell. Killing him would be too easy. So I left his pussy-ass, washed my hands, and came straight for her.
My toy.
Mine.
I focus on the beautiful thing before me. Regardless of the shitty names I call her, I can't deny how she messes with my head. I like seeing her sweet smiles and feisty green eyes when they dance with mischief. Bunny was different. From the first time I laid eyes on her—I knew it. I somehow knew deep down that I'd truly enjoy her but it wouldn't be the same as all the others.
"Touch yourself," I demand. "But don't come."
Her manicured fingers move between her legs and I groan at how hot she looks as she massages her clit. In spite of my rules and bullshit, I'm going to taste her one day. Not here but somewhere in this house—away from this dirty hole of a room.
She peeks over her shoulder at me and flashes me a questioning look. "Like this?"
I crave her intensely in this moment. The uncertainty painted on her features is alluring and I decide I love the look. All of the other whores are usually so confident in their abilities, much like Bunny was when she gave me that epic blow-job.
But right now, my sweet toy seems worried.
"You're doing great," I tell her, my voice hoarse. I hadn't expected to divulge the compliment but it rolled off my tongue before I could stop it. When her eyes shine with a never-before-seen pride at pleasing me, I once again realize how she responds so beautifully to praise.
Moments earlier, I'd wanted to string her up and whip her. To rip her skin to shreds with my belt. I wanted to hurt her.
Now I want inside of her so bad it hurts—like I'm some horny damn teenager. I can't wait any longer.
I just fucking want her.
"Bunny," I growl as I drop to my knees behind her. "What are you doing to me?"
She whimpers when I shove her fingers away, replacing them with my own. Her body responds to my touch and soon she's rocking her hips in unison with my fingers. I still her by gripping her hip with my free hand and then hold my cock to tease her pussy with it. The opening is hot and fucking dripping with want.
"I'm going to take you now," I mutter and bring both hands to her hips. "I want you to keep massaging that pussy while I fuck you. I want you to come all over my cock, little toy. And then I'm going to come inside of you."
She nods and with shaky fingers, she sets to fingering herself. I line myself up and don't warn her before I push my thickness deep inside of her with one hard thrust.
"Ah," she gasps.
No screams.
No crying.
No wails.
Just a silent, pleasure-filled gasp from having me stretch her wide open. With each forceful pound into her, my nuts slap her fingers that are violently working her toward an orgasm. Yesterday she'd been so fucking cute when she was pissed at not being able to get herself off. I wonder if tonight she'll be able to.
I grab a handful of her hair and shove her face down against the soiled mattress. I've fucked them all on this bed. They all get to smell the used pussy of the one before them. And their scent will carry over to the next toy.
And so on and so fucking on until I die.
But what about Bunny?
The thought makes my belly flop and I grit my teeth. I don't want to think about what happens to her after this. It'll only piss me off. She's mine for six months and I'll enjoy every second.
Time's ticking, Lalisa.
She continues to gasp and work her pussy but she's not coming. I'm about to lose my load inside of her but I'm pissed that she can't get off. My toy isn't even trying to fake it to avoid punishment.
"Come, goddammit!"
Her little hand goes crazy as I slow my thrusting. She wants it so bad. The walls of her pussy throb around my dick with the need to orgasm. For once, I'm less interested with me getting off and obsessed with her getting off instead.
"You're thinking about it too hard, Bunny. Just go with it." My voice become softer as I try to coach her through it.
She sobs in frustration and clutches the dirty mattress with her pretty fingernails of her free hand. Her cries are muffled from where I have her face smashed against it. Suddenly, the thought of feces and urine ruining her perfect milky flesh has me going mental.
I don't want my shiny toy dirtied up.
Yanking out of her, I stand quickly and drag her to her feet by the grip I have on her hair. I hug her to me and the ice cold chill of her flesh startles some sense into me.
This isn't fucking right.
I don't want her like this.
"Come on," I murmur, my voice comforting almost. "Let's not do this here."
Her feral eyes meet mine and her voice shakes. "Not there. Please don't take me in there." Tears stream down over her cheeks and I'm confused. My girl would rather get roughly fucked in the Hole than in her bedroom. And something tells me it has nothing to do with her prostitute past. It's not that she feels more comfortable in here. It's that she fucking hates that room for some reason.
Nodding, I scoop her into my arms. After a pit stop to scoop my key from the table, I let us out of the Hole and make my way to the elevator. I push the button for the basement and hold my shivering toy close to my body.
Her eyes never leave my face and I don't want them to. The adoring way she stares at me—as if I'm the hero in her book rather than the monster—warms my frigid heart. It makes me want to see it all the time. It makes my cock hard as fuck.
When we reach the basement, I stride with her in my arms straight for the hot tub beside the pool, dropping my key off on the table along the way. I grab a handful of lavender beads from the bucket on the table and then toss them in when we're near. We both smell like piss and pussy—not hers. And I hate it. I want the smell gone.
I just want her.
My Bunny.
She moans, louder than I've ever heard her, the moment I dip into the piping hot tub. The bubbles splash around us and the lavender is already invading my senses as I sink into the blissful heat.
The Hole is kept at sixty-six degrees which is warmer than they deserve. But I can't handle the cold. Not since I was a kid. Now that I have control over my surroundings, I enjoy the warmth whenever I can get it. My own room is installed with a heating system that has vents on the floor so when I'm freezing down to my black soul, I can wrap up in a blanket and sit on the vent.
The hot tub is the next best thing. And as I settle against the pulsating spray against my back, I'm glad I brought her here. I don't have to give her any orders—it's like she's in my head and she straddles my cock. Her pussy slides down my shaft and she stares at me with questions dancing in her eyes.
"Such a good girl," I murmur my praise.
She rewards me with a breathtaking smile and rides my cock like the practiced whore she is. Except, she's not riding me because I'm a job or because she's thankful I saved her from the Hole. My Bunny rides me because she wants me—because she wants to please me. Of all my toys, they never take to me so quickly. With this one, it's as if she wants to be mine. Always. The thought twists itself into my head and plants a seed there.
What if I kept her?
My mind pauses for a moment and I allow myself a brief bit of time to pretend before pushing away the stupid notion.
"Oh, God," she pants, "this feels good."
I groan and lift my hips to meet each of her thrusts. Sliding one hand into her hair, I tug her to me to kiss her. She reciprocates and when I press my thumb to her clit, she jolts with a yelp into my mouth.
"You like that, Bunny?" I question against her mouth as I increase the pressure.
She nods but doesn't speak. Her body has a language all its own and it tells me everything I need to hear.
"Say it. You're too quiet. I need to hear it, baby."
Her eyes shine with happiness that nearly has me coming. Since when do I want to make them happy? I want to make me happy. Not them.
"I love it, Lis—" her eyes widen—"Ma'am."
The light in her eyes is instantly gone and I want it back. Like the greedy girl I am, I want it fucking back and don't give a shit about my rules. I want her to smile at me like before—to look at me as if I'm the best goddamn woman she's ever been with.
"Jennie," I murmur, "I want to hear how much you want it. How much you love it. Show me, baby."
My words work because her smile is back and her eyes glisten with a beauty that's never before been witnessed on this black earth.
"Yes!" she shrieks, giving in to the orgasm that selfishly alluded her. "I love it! This! I want more, Lalisa!"
My name rolls off her tongue and her eyes flicker to mine, fear flashing in them. The inner pussy in me tells the demon inside to shut up and together we pretend we didn't hear. Instead, I clutch onto her neck and draw her to me to kiss her. Our mouths connect in a greedy flurry of tongues and wet lips. Within seconds, I'm releasing my seed deep inside her.
Her mouth breaks from mine and she rests her pretty tits against my chest, burying her face into my neck. I don't jerk her off my softening cock or send her to shower. I don't take her back to the Princess Room and bid her good evening. I don't do anything except hold her to me. My fingers stroke her back and I simply cuddle with what's mine.
For a long fucking time.
We're both drunk from the heat and our exertion that I startle at the sound of a dog barking down the road. I'm not sure how long we've been down here, but I know it's been long enough. With a groan, I lift out of the tub with her in my arms in search of towels from the warmer. Once I have her wrapped in a towel around her shoulders, I dry off and wrap mine.
As I walk her to the elevator, I wonder why I'm playing differently with Bunny. Why I'm not hurting her or punishing her. While she deserves the same fate as the others, I want to know why I don't feel the same sense of urgency to give it to her.
She's different.
The thought is heavy on my mind when we enter the elevator. My finger hovers over the number four. She belongs upstairs in her purple Princess Room. I should take her there.
But something tells me she'll find a way to sleep in the Hole. That she'll curl up naked and cold on the soiled mattress to seek solace and hide from whatever haunts her. Not on my fucking watch. Without hesitation, I press the code to take us to the third floor. She remains quiet on the way up but leans against me as if requiring the same air I breathe. My chest puffs out with pride and I hug her into my side.
"You're a special little toy," I tell her with a chuckle. "You get to see where your master sleeps."
She shivers in my arms and I know I made the right decision. My girl belongs with me in the warm sanctuary of my bedroom. I want her tucked against me tonight so if the craving hits me to fuck her, I don't have to leave the comforting heat my room provides. All I'll have to do is roll her onto her back and push my cock into her.
The thought of staring deep into her jade-colored eyes as I thrust into her hot, receptive body has my cock growing again and eager to play. How is the thought of having sex with Bunny in such a simple way the biggest fucking turn on? Why do I crave to see her eyes flutter and her mouth part as she dives over the edge of bliss? And why the fuck do I want to go into a homicidal rage at the thought of losing her in just a few months?
Tomorrow, I'm going to get myself in order. I'm going to have to get my goddamned head in the game and play with my toy as she was meant to be played with. But until then, I'm going to enjoy her as my woman.
I'm going to allow myself the simplest of pleasures. I will let my tiny, shriveled up black heart have some fun and call the shots for once in its fucking life.
Tonight, I'm going to have sex with the woman, not the toy, not my Bunny.
No, tonight I'm having Jennie.
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