I wait for what will happen next. I don’t have a plan. I only know that I will fight him tooth and nail if he tries to rape me.
But that’s not what happens.
He leaves the room and returns with my clutch in his hand. My purse lands next to me when he tosses it on the bed. “Call your brother. Leave a message telling him that we’re having a lovely time and you won’t be back on the floor tonight.”
I sit up and reach for my purse, taking out my cell phone. I rack my brain for a way to convey to Adam that everything is definitely not okay.
“Convince him that all is well.”
I choose my brother’s contact and wait for the beep. “Hey. I just wanted to let you know that I’m okay. I’m upstairs having drinks with Tristan Broussard. We’re having a nice time, so you shouldn’t expect me to come back to the casino floor tonight. Talk to you later. Love you, Red.”
Red. The color of alarm. Danger. Come on, Adam. Pick up on my code.
“Why did you say red?”
“Adam’s middle name is Redmond. Red is my nickname for him.”
I’m not sure that he’s buying it. I will be totally fucked if he pulls Adam’s employment records and sees that I’m lying.
He holds out his hand for my phone. “What is your passcode?”
I call off the number while he tucks my phone in the interior pocket of his jacket. “Do you need something to eat?”
Are you fucking kidding me? Like I could eat anything without tossing it right back up. “No.”
“This door will be locked from the other side. You won’t be able to open it, so it’s useless to try. Your efforts would be better spent thinking about all of the ways that you’re going to submit to me.”
The reality of the situation hits me like a ton of bricks.
Like a predator, he’s been lying in wait for me. Watching. Biding his time until he was ready to strike. I’ve been the prey out in the open on his hunting grounds, believing that he was oblivious of my presence.
And now the beast plans to feast.
On me.
3
Tristan Broussard
Emma Lia Grant.The woman is a magnificent creature.
The fire of defiance blazing in her ice-blue eyes burns white-hot. Her powerful resistance makes her a force to be reckoned with. Makes my dick hard as steel every time she fights me. Breaking her is going to be such a pleasure.
There is zero doubt in my mind. She is the one who I want to feel beneath me. The one I want to feel struggling against me before finally submitting. The one I want to rock against me, begging to be fucked harder.
My new submissive is the only thing on my mind during the ninety-minute drive home from Biloxi to New Orleans. Erotic images of her flash through my imagination. My favorite is the one of her lying facedown on the bed with her ass in the air, a faceted blue gem butt plug stretching her so that she can take my cock with ease the first time I fuck her pink puckered hole.
Taking her for the first time is going to be glorious.
All of my kinky fantasies end when I pull into the driveway of my Greek revival home on St. Charles Avenue. Reality sets in, and I’m not looking forward to what I’m about to do.
Claudia’s bedroom light is on. I’m glad of that; I want to get this done now. No need to put it off any longer.
Her green-golden-brown eyes alight with delight and a broad smile spreads when she sees me standing in the doorway of her bedroom. Without hesitation, the obedient submissive inside her takes control of her body, simultaneously lowering her gaze, dropping her chin close to her chest, and falling to her knees beside the bed, ready to please me.
Not a single word required on my part. My presence alone makes her take the submissive pose.
Best sub I’ve ever had. So well trained.
