Fifteen minutes later he’s back, and she’s trailing behind him. In the cold yellow light of the overhead lamp, filtered through the heavy cigar smoke swirling around us, I’m all the more aware of how unnatural she seems. How different from us. How out of place.
She blinks several times as she enters the room, her thick black eyelashes fanning out over her cheeks every time she closes her eyes, making her skin appear paler, even translucent beneath them. She wears a long black dress that only further accentuates her pallor, under which I can see the shape of her form, thinner than ever, when she moves. But only I know the secrets she hides, the pretty perky breasts and the shape of her bottom in my hands.
Though I guess Logan probably got an eyeful.
I shift in discomfort as my cock pulses, the vision of her bound on the bed, naked and aroused, flitting before me again.
Her deep violet eyes fix themselves on me, staring at me in quiet defiance.
This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have let Everest bring her down here.
I clench my jaw as I see the smirk playing at Vale’s lips. I try to keep a neutral expression on my face, but I have the uncomfortablefeeling he’s reading right through me.
She’s standing beside the large leather couch in which I’m sprawling, and her attempt at neutrality is a lot more successful than mine. I can tell she doesn’t expect a thing from me, though, and it makes my chest constrict.
I turn to Vale just in time to see him mutter something to Igor under his breath, while his eyes flash dangerously up at her. I grip my knees so hard my knuckles turn white.
I’m hyper-aware of the small, helpless girl beside me. The girl I’m too fucking weak to protect.
Cold fury overtakes me. It’s directed at Vale, at myself, at... my pet.
Because she’s staring at me, her eyes impassive. And in those dark violet mirrors, my own utter failure flashes back at me.
Meanwhile, Everest, oblivious to it all, asks her courteously, “Would you like to play?”
She doesn’t answer, her eyes still glued to mine.
The desire to get her as far away from Vale, and to rattle her, to get those violet eyes to show me something,anything, makes me lash out at her.
“Why don’t you go to the corner until you’ve found your tongue?”
She keeps her eyes on me for another beat, and finally read something in them. Anger that rivals my own. That surpasses it, in fact. Luckily, she turns before Vale can spot it, and walks slowly over to the place I’ve designated.
“You’re such an asshole,” seethes Everest.
I ignore him. His reaction doesn’t bother me. The second I realized his guilt was manifesting in this way, in trying to obtain a little more freedom for her, I stopped worrying. As long as he doesn’t go to the Feds, everything’s fine.
The only thing that bothers me right now is myself. My weakness. My inability to show them all who owns her.
I allow my eyes to seek her out and note that she’s rested her head against the wall, shoulders slumping. I guess she’s not so defiant anymore. I’m glad I still have that effect on her. It’ll keep her safe.
I take a swig of whiskey and avoid meeting Everest’s angry eyes.
“So, are we playing?” I ask, my voice distant and fucking weak.
Another game begins, but it’s a lot more subdued. Everest is furious, Logan unnaturally quiet, and Vale is still staring at me.
We’re all relieved when the latter quickly wins again. He’s on a roll tonight. Guess it isn’t surprising, what with my sleep deprivation and my thoughts fixated on the sad girl in the corner.
“I have an idea,” says Vale suddenly, as he gets ready to distribute the next hand. “Let’s up the ante.”
“Yeah?” asks Everest innocently.
But I’ve spotted the cruel glint in Vale’s eye, and I have the sudden sick feeling that by trying to call his bluff, I’ve instead walked straight into his trap.
He snaps his fingers and calls out to the girl, “Come on over here,pet.”
I clench at the word in his mouth. She doesn’t even look at me for permission, but leaves the corner and returns to her place by the couch.
