I stay silent.
“That good, huh?”
I turn my head.
“Imagine what fucking him will be like.”
I have. Although I’m not going to admit that to him.
“Is that something you fantasize about? Fucking Kayne?” I ask irritably.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I may paint nails and do hair, but my dick is gender specific. Lady love only please.”
I laugh. If I didn’t, I’d cry.
“What about you? Ever partake in any lady loooove?”
I peek up at him from the gold pillow. “I kissed a girl in high school once.”
“And you liked it?” he leers lewdly.
I shrug. “I didn’t hate it.”
Jett smiles, his eyes sparkling like he’s intrigued. “Well, aren’t you full of surprises.”
“Not really,” I disagree.
“Same sex is an acquired taste, sweet thing. The fact that you didn’t hate it tells me there’s more to your sexual appetite than meets the eye.”
“If you say so,” I answer, not sure I’m buying hispresumption.
“I do.” He rubs my ass a little harder and I groan. “You’ll come to learn, I’m always right.
I FINISH DRESSING IN Adaze.
I fasten my sterling silver cufflinks, adjust my tie, and slip on my suit jacket. I have a meeting in the city, but in no way do I want to leave the mansion. Thoughts of Ellie cloud my mind. The vision of her in her room—alone, chained to the bed, waiting to be played with—teases me. I don’t know how long this situation is going to last. It depends on Javier. But every night I spend with her is pulling me deeper into a dark place. The lure of power is seductive. I love controlling her. I love punishing her. I love hearing her cry. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The women I’ve been with in the past have all been willingly submissive. They all knew what to expect and vice versa. But with Ellie, it’s more than just dominance. The challenge of her will and fundamental breakdown of her mental faculty is addicting. It’s wrong. I know it’s wrong, but thrilling just the same. I crave my kitten every night. Like the gravitational pull of a lunar tide. My blood roils from just the mere knowledge I’ll be back in her room tonight.
I make my way downstairs and find Javier eating breakfast in the formal dining room. To look at him, you wouldn’t think much. He’s not a very tall or muscular man. With olive skin and black hair, he comes off like an immigrant worker in his khaki pants and polo shirt. But one look in his eyes tells you all you need to know. He’s dangerous: approach with caution.
“Amigo.” He smiles balefully. I despise it when he calls me that.
“Javier. Have you heard anything from El Rey about my proposal?” I get right down to business.
“It’s under review.” He places some scrambled eggs in a warm tortilla, covers it with hot sauce then rolls it up. Ever since he arrived, my kitchen has been inundated with international food staples. If I never see beans and rice again, it will be too soon.
“Do you have any idea when he may respond with a decision?”
Javier shrugs. “When he’s ready.”
That tells me a lot.
I adjust my shirt collar and check my watch.
“Going somewhere?” he asks a little too interested. It makes me suspicious. But then again, everything Javier says or does makes me suspicious.
“I have a meeting in the city. I’ll be back tonight.”
“How fun. When the cat’s away, the mice will play,” he taunts.
