"Impressive," Elena finally got over her shock.
"Thank you, Miss Lincoln. I'm glad you finally found your voice," Robert gracefully got off the desk and walked up to her. The girl smelled his expensive perfume and the blood of his victim.
"Why did you call me? I have no intention of giving up my plans or changing them." "Daphne's company suits me, and I want to work with her," Elena dealt with Roberta's Charm and sat down in the chair opposite his desk.
"Miss Lincoln, Daphne Kruger is just a girl. She is flighty, rather frivolous and stupid. I'm offering you a job with me. Let's combine our companies into one, - Robert sat down on the table opposite her.
Elena tried not to look at the naked body of the old cannibal. She was here on business, not for sex.
- I see. Tempting. But I won't tolerate this fact. "What are my employees going to eat for being 3-5 minutes late for work," Lincoln raised his head. - And tie the secretaries to the rack and fuck them for unsweetened coffee.
Robert grinned. This was exactly the kind of Elena he was waiting for, this was exactly the kind of sub he wanted. The woman opposite him was the one who could challenge him.
- Miss Lincoln, you are a very daring woman. "You need a good spanking or a BDSM show," De Niro glanced at Elena's golden hair. Her sweet face and bold gray-blue eyes.
- I'm not afraid of you, Mr. De Niro. "I can spank anyone myself," Lincoln smiled. - I am the Mistress. Thanks to you.
- Wonderful, Lena. You were the highest inferior, and became an outstanding Mistress. If it weren't for me, you would now be an ordinary boring doll, a companion of some old sugar daddy. It was I who made you like this. You should be grateful to me, - the king of the cannibals whispered and, approaching Elena, put his hands on her shoulders.
Lincoln flinched. The touch of the cannibal was like a whip for her.
- I would rather have a family than submissives and power, - Elena said quietly.
- Oh, Lena, it's not just about BDSM. You achieve everything you want. A red diploma from Oxford, your own business at 28, the best outfits, front row seats at fashion and film shows... You are the queen of life. "Every queen needs a king," Robert stroked her hair. "You and I are very much alike. Give me a chance and I'll show it."
"I'm not interested in you." "I like timid young subs who will hang on my every word," Lincoln dropped his hands. "Are you done? Can I come over?"
"I thought you were staying for lunch," Robert found himself on a low table that stood against the wall and was set for three.
Elena's POV.
Oh my God, he's provoking me. He's just laughing at peculiarities and conventions. And for some reason I like it. But I won't admit it out loud.
"Al... Spanish Shame!" Nixon appears behind us. He shocked naked Robert's girlfriend, who pours wine from a crystal decanter into my glass.
"Good evening. Mr. Nixon," Robert says this in such a deadpan tone, as if he were fully dressed.
"Oh my God, cover yourself. Put something on, even a napkin," Edward covers his eyes with his hand.
"Don't be embarrassed, Edward. Forget that I'm naked. Will you join me and Elena for lunch?" Robert sits down at the table.
I sit down across from him. On my plate there is chicken curry, rice and vegetables. The same on Edward's plate. And here on Robert's plate is poorly cooked human flesh, in a glass of blood. I try not to watch my tormentor eat, and silently watch my lunch. Hmm, delicious... We eat in complete silence. I think about what De Niro said. and how much he has changed. He has become more reserved, more vicious, more shameless and more cruel. I am sure that if I were his slave now, he would fuck me in front of everyone. These thoughts make me shudder. My past is not repeating itself. Never...