Page 51 of Root

I recalibrate her again. Nikolai, oh yeah, he’s a control freak, I could see that when we spoke. And he takes it seriously. I know the gear when I see it. And I know another dominator, too. But Rose?

This is hardcore. On the pretty bed is a box with a bow and I ease the door shut. The secrets in there? Not ones the Ten64 would be interested in.

I move down the hall to the next room.

Nikolai and Rose’s suite. It’s white and a perfect mix of masculine class and feminine.

The bed’s huge, neat, the closet spans a wall and the only mess is the books and magazines in the cushioned window nook.

His books, big and thick, are neat on the coffee table where a decanter of amber liquid sits. I pick one up. It’s a book about Eros, and the history of bittersweet. I put it back.

I turn and open the closet. It’s a walk-in and there, on the bottom, under T-shirts that are all exactly the same, is the corner of a slender book. I tug it out. Numbers. Letters. Amounts.

Maybe I can—

Voices sound outside the room and I panic, pulling the door shut.

It’s Rose and Nikolai. I go completely still as liquid hitting glass from the bedroom seems too loud.

“I’m feeling in need of release, Rose,” he says, voice full of dangerous intent.

“Pour me a drink—”

“You know what happens to filthy little sluts that talk back. On your fucking knees and crawl to me.”

There’s silence but the room, even in here, fills with the kind of tensions I recognize. Deep, sexual. And it pulses through my veins.

“Now.” He pauses and I can imagine him sipping his drink as he unzips his pants. “Or you won’t get your present.”

She must drop to her knees because his next words come through.

“Good little slut. Fuck, you look like a goddess. Oh, sweet fuckable Rose, my heart.” She whimpers. “One who serves her master.”

“Is that for me?” she asks, breathless, hungry, wanting her orders.

And for the first time in my life, I want to be the sub. The one on her knees. Defiled, there to be used. Ordered.

“Yes, sweet Rose. I want you to suck me dry. I’m going to cum in your mouth and you’re going to show me. Only swallow when I give the word.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” And he clicks his fingers.

I also want to be him. Because while I like being in charge, I’ve never taken to the degree Nikolai does. And in my head as my flesh gets hotter, I can picture me with a whip, pulling on the chain around Rush’s golden head, making him crawl to me and—

There’s utter silence.

“Change of plans little whore. You’re going to crawl in the hall, to our playroom. Got me?”

“Yes. Sir.”

That tiny sound of defiance is what I want from Rush, too. Right before I make him eat me out.

A book thumps down, and they leave, their voices diminishing.

Did I touch those books?

Shit.

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