Page 22 of Corrupt Game

My cock ached for relief. I shifted in my seat and rubbed it through my suit pants. The thin material didn’t hide my erection well.

Sweet release was needed, but none could be had from her until she was compliant and willing.

It appeared that I’d be walking around with an erection for the foreseeable future unless I took matters in hand.

Discipline and control were key points in my lifestyle. The only way that I could deal with the issues from my past.

Let the games begin.I could outlast any woman, but the match with Collette was promising.

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It had started in junior high when my father decided to toughen me up.

I laughed without mirth at the memory.

He’d certainly accomplished that. I wasn’t even sure that I was capable of love.

That was one of the reasons I began to have an assistant to tend to my needs. Dating was messy and often brought in feelings on the woman’s part that I wouldn’t allow myself to return. It would cause strife and anger. I prided myself on not being scattered all over the gossip rags, and I’d prevented that from ever happening. Business was only what the world saw me as.

It wasn’t that I was conceited or had a huge ego. When you were the person that others depended on, it forged a bond. Like the connection between a dom and his submissive, and easy to mistake it for love.

There had been a few women over the years that had piqued my interest in the beginning. After they’d finished training, the fun had gone out of the chase. Both parties upheld the contract and they were gone after a year and a day.

I gazed out the window of the helicopter to towering trees knowing there wasn’t a living soul within miles. My past fluttered around in my mind.

Everything had gone wrong when a girl in my seventh grade class had caught my eye. She was kind, with an innocent smile, and girlish laugh.

I’d asked her out for ice cream.

She had been so sweet and perfect. Her mother had promised to pick me up since I was twelve and didn’t have a driver’s permit yet.

Lisa had been her name and I knew she liked me as much as I liked her.

After we’d gotten the ice cream and chatted for a while, her mother drove me home.

Unsure if I was supposed to kiss her goodbye like in the movies, I leaned forward to plant my lips on hers.

She tasted of vanilla and honey. Just like the ice cream cone she had. I couldn’t have ice cream to this day.

“See you at school.” She’d waved as I ran, blushing, up the stairs to the mausoleum of a home I lived in.

My father met me at the door.

“What do you think you’re doing, boy?” he demanded loudly.

I didn’t answer. There wasn’t a point. One guess was as good as any as to what about the girl had set him off. Was she not rich enough? Was he mad I’d kissed her? Was he simply in a bad mood? It didn’t matter. He would do as he pleased, and nothing I said would be a good enough answer.

His wrath would only be appeased in one way—through his assertion of control over me.

None of the servants came to my rescue as he’d grabbed my arm and dragged me toward his den. An example had been set when one tried to interfere.

The welts on the back of my body could be felt through the torn clothes.

“Go get cleaned up. I’ll take care of the mess you’ve made.” He had picked up his glass of whisky. “Make sure that you’re seated at the table on time.”

“Yes, sir,” I answered through gritted teeth. It would be the last time I’d let him catch me long enough to incur his wrath.

He wanted everyone to obey him. Fear ruled our home, and he wanted to make sure that we knew he was in charge.

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