The meet is coming up fast. He needs to trust me, and this is how that'll happen.
I need this to work. There’s no turning back.
And they gave me her.
I have to will away the image of me punishing her. Fuck, I groan and lean my head back. I still can't believe what I wanted to do to her.
I’m on the edge of unleashing a side of me that I don’t want others to see. A depraved part of me I'm scared to unleash.
When she opens that smart mouth of hers I want so badly to put it to good use.
Last night was a turning point for me, with her acting out and the constant disobedience. On one hand, I understand it; I respect it even. On the other, I want to spank her ass raw and then give her what she really needs. What we both need.
I didn’t used to be a bad man. I’m not sure at what point that changed for me. But seeing her look up at me with heated desire in her eyes and continuing to push me, knowing she was going to be punished begs me to release a beast inside of me that’s clawing to get to her.
I stare up at Gabriel's mansion and admire its beauty. The intricately carved columns and flagstone pathways grace his home. It’s luxurious outside, and even more lavish inside. But it’s a house of pure sin and decadence of every sort. My dick starts hardening as I walk up the steps.
My handler, Gates, keeps saying I’m in too deep. He’s threatened to pull me twice. I’ve never once thought he was right until I started thinking about my relationship with Gabriel Durand, a French entrepreneur who brought his expertise here stateside.
He owns this place, and runs it and the illicit parties that occur inside. He doesn’t deal in women, but he keeps them. Not for him, but for others. It’s not just a brothel, it’s something much more. Dirtier and dark. This mansion is a place of pure sin.
I remember the first time I came here, to see how the women were trained. Men and women bring their own pets, or they come and pay for their choice.
Olivia needs to see what’s expected of her. This is only going to help her to learn faster. I want to see how she reacts. I want to know what she really thinks of this.
If she’s terrified and still fighting, I’m fucked. I won’t do it. I can’t do this to her. I’ll have to find some excuse and get her the fuck out of here. I can at least save her.
But there’s a chance she'll react like other women have here. I’ve seen the way Gabriel handles them. She could do that for me. I hope she enjoys it. I hope it turns her on. If the desire in her eyes is any indication, this will make the transition easy for her. The idea of her willing to be my pet should make me relieved. It would mean this will be easier and I can move forward with my mission.
Instead it makes me hard as fuck. I’m practically leaking in my pants at the thought of her on her knees and at my mercy.
I close my eyes and will the images away.
This is a mission. I need to stay focused. This isn’t about any twisted fantasy I have. This isn’t about either one of us.
I’ll be quick and make the necessary arrangements so I can begin her training as soon as possible.
I walk quickly up the steps and bang on the hard, maple doors with the cast iron knocker. There’s a doorbell, but I never use it. I prefer the feel of the knocker. The raw metal and hard bang remind me of that first night that I spent here when I was doing my research.
The door opens and a short woman with smooth, milky skin answers. Her long, straight blonde hair is pulled into a tight ponytail. Her clear blue eyes shine out with happiness once she registers me.
Her soft voice is just barely audible as she bows her head slightly and moves to the side for me to enter as she respectfully greets, “Good to see you, Master K.” I gently set my hand down on her shoulder and step inside.
“You look lovely, Talia.” She’s in a floor-length silk charmeuse navy dress. It’s loose on her. And no doubt will be taken off once evening approaches and the nighttime festivities start.
Talia is different from the others; she belongs to Gabriel. She is his most prized possession.
“Is your Master home, Talia?” I ask as she closes the door.
“Yes, Master K,” she answers obediently. She raises her head and gestures gracefully with her hand to the right. “May I?” she asks.
The foyer is large with textured walls the color of soft cream, and sconces that give an Old World feel. The curved stairway has a cast iron railing that contrasts with the pale gray and white marbled floors. In the very center is an ancient table, and above it hangs a large crystal chandelier.
Decadence at its finest.
“Lead the way.”
Talia’s been with Gabriel for nearly a decade now. She didn’t come here willingly like the other women. I often watch her and Gabriel. She is his esclave, French for slave. At first I was pissed to hear him call her a slave constantly. It took me a long time to realize it, but to the two of them it means something else, something more.
