Miss Grant’s winnings, or debts as I prefer to call them, are close to hitting the magic number. Only sixteen thousand dollars prevents me from carrying out my plan. Tonight’s the night. And that has my dick twitching.
I’ve been camping out in the private penthouse in my hotel for a week waiting for this moment.On callfor the moment Emma Lia’s debt hits the hundred-thousand-dollar mark.
Ching… ching… ching. It’s like my own personal sexual jackpot clinking in my ears.
I release Claudia’s hands and pull the plug out of her ass. “Something has come up. I have business to tend.”
She looks over her shoulder and swishes her ass back and forth. “I’m sure that we have time to fuck before you go. I know that you want to.”
Claudia doesn’t understand yet, but she and I are done. A new submissive just walked into my life. Her replacement.
“No.” My voice is stern; I’m not in the mood for games. I need to get downstairs before Emma Lia leaves. If that happens, my plan goes to shit. And I’ve already held out for almost six months. I’ve waited long enough to have her.
“Master, you’re the boss. You tell your employees what to do. Not the other way around.”
I never have to be reminded of the power I hold over the people working the floor below us right now. It’s in the forefront of my mind every moment as well as the fucking pains that go along with it.
I flip her over and grasp her face, my fingers digging into her cheeks. “I’m your Dom, and you need to hear what I’m saying to you. I have business to tend. We’re done here.”
She doesn’t understand exactly how done we actually are.
Her face and eyes lower. “I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to overstep my boundaries.”
Of course she didn’t mean to overstep. She never does, and it’s one of the reasons that I’m so fucking bored with her.
“I want you to return to the house tonight. Ray will drive you.”
She sits on her haunches, hands on top of her thighs with her head bowed.
“Yes, Master.” Her voice is flat—her way of pouting, which pisses me off even more.
“I’m going to remain in the suite to finish what I’m working on. I’m not sure when I’ll come home.”
I have a new submissive to fetch and begin training.
“Yes, Master.” There’s a hitch in her breath as though she might say something. Maybe argue. In a way I almost wish she would, but instead she holds steady in the submissive position.
I leave Claudia in the bedroom that she’s been staying in during our time at the hotel and return to mine down the hall to shower. I forgo my usual routine of wrapping my hand around my cock and jerking off to fantasies of Emma Lia Grant. No need; I’ll soon have her pussy wrapped around my cock instead.
I dress in one of my power suits. Jet-black vest, jacket, and pants. White shirt, crisply starched. Turquoise print tie to accent my aquamarine eyes. My tailored suit fits like a glove, stretching across my broad shoulders and narrow waist. I work hard for this build, and I want my new submissive to notice the care and discipline I take with my body.
I’m ready to go downstairs to fetch the woman whom I plan to shatter into a million pieces. And then rebuild into exactly what I want and need and desire.
2
Emma Lia Grant
I rummagethrough my clutch while the blackjack dealer, my twin brother, Adam, false shuffles the decks. He’s so damn good at what he does. But he should be: he was taught by the best. We both were.
The pit boss comes to the table and stands behind Adam, his arms crossed and watching his every move. Makes me so fucking nervous when they do that, but I keep my cool. It’s what I’ve been trained to do.
The pit boss is looking at my chips instead of my cleavage. Dammit. I should have worn the red dress with the plunging neckline. “Lucky night for you, huh?”
I give him my most seductive smile and innocently shrug. “Lady luck, I guess.”
He smirks. “Right. You have lady luck on your side every time you walk through our doors.”
Shit… damn… fuckity fuck. He recognizes me?
