Page 52 of Corrupt Game

I had learned some tricks from my father over the years on how to manipulate a situation to my own benefit, but I was simply helping these women learn what they could become.

Allowing them to free their inner inhibitions and turn them into something they could enjoy over and over again even after they left me.

While I’d eschewed most of his tools, in this one area, I had stolen a few tips.

He had never given me the choice to leave. I was giving Collette more than I’d been given by my own father. She had a chance to leave as had the other women.

They all chose to stay.

Most of them would have been thrilled to continue our association, but I grew tired of the experience when there wasn’t a new thrill.

Conquering their objections took a while, it was why I insisted on a year. After a year, they became clingy and wanted to have commitment from me that I wasn’t willing to give.

From fear to a willingness to trust me no matter what I did, it was a process that took time and patience.

The things I wanted from a woman weren’t normally given willingly. Any woman that I’d tried to control had shied away from me in the regular dating world.

It had only taken a few such instances before I realized that I was going about it all wrong. There were clubs and other ways to meet the kind of people that held the same type of needs as I did.

Like any good CEO and philanthropist, I had a dark side. It stopped short of taking their lives, but there had been some close calls when I was young and impressionable.

In my research while trying to find myself, I had made mistakes that weren’t good for anyone. Testing limits had been fun but extremely dangerous until I’d gotten some proper training from one of the club members.

He had taken me under his wing and shown me how to get what I needed from each person in a manner that wasn’t going to result in death.

Rossi had been a lifesaver. He was the only one I trusted to look after my chosen woman for a year, to make sure that she didn’t hurt herself or that I didn’t take things too far.

The last thing I needed was a spotlight shined on my company because a woman was found dead. Anyone of substance couldn’t simply be slipped under the rug and made to disappear.

I didn’t want to find a way to use those that weren’t equal to the task. Anyone could be trained to be used for sex, but having them work for me was a completely different story.

Since I hired them as assistants, it was more difficult for the trail not to lead right back to me. Besides, I was looking for pleasure, not to murder anyone. Well, not intentionally anyway. Everything had to be above board, and I had to leave them satisfied enough that they wouldn’t complain afterward about their contracts.

Most had gotten an extra bonus for leaving quietly.

The elevator doors clanged shut, and Collette visibly relaxed before making her way to the bed.

I was glad that I’d stay when her breathing quickened and her hand roamed over her breast in a sensual way.

Inching closer, I propped myself on the edge of the couch, the perfect distance from her to see what she was doing in the darkness.

Her groan as she slid her hand down had me reaching inside my pants to rub my rock hard cock.

I hadn’t been in danger of coming in my pants, well ever really.

What was it about her innocence and yet sensual motions that made me want to explode?

I watched her explore her body—only fondling my balls as they tightened. Knowing she was using the examples I’d whispered in her ears moments before, I bit my lips to keep from making any noise.

So free when I wasn’t around. She must know I was watching even if she assumed it was over the cameras, but she spread her legs wide.

Thrusting as if she wanted to combust from the motion, her screams of pleasure, sent waves of heat through my body.

Releasing my balls, I rapidly withdrew my hand from my pants. The need to take her and be inside was growing hard to resist.

She settled down, and I couldn’t help commenting to let her know she wasn’t alone.

The blush that crept over her face at the realization that I’d watched was cute. She appeared embarrassed and began to try to cover herself.

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