Page 14 of Gambler's Fallacy

Shit.

I can’t believe I miss Grant, who was content to do his fucking jobwithout giving major input on the rest of the operations. Yeah, he had to go, but he knew his place.

It doesn’t help that Trent is my brother-in-law. He doesn’t want to be treated like staff. It’s almost as bad as having Uncle Earl around, except I can safely ignore Earl. Trent isn’t so easily pushed aside.

I glance at the computer’s clock display and sigh. Already seven p.m. Why the fuck was Trent still here instead of going home to his family? I send a quick text to Alice to see if she wants to meet up for lunch or dinner sometime—without Trent—then turn my attention back to the spreadsheets Trent distracted me from.

It’s no good, though. The information is in one ear and out the other, and I’m left re-reading the same few lines over and over before I give up.

I type up another text.

I’m coming up. Feed the cats, then get ready for me. On the bed, ass spread wide.

I deserve to work out all this tension.

The reply comes almost immediately.

Yes, Master.

I smile, then close the documents I’ve been half-heartedly working on and lock everything up. I take the laptop with me, because I know well enough that if I leave it here I’ll end up coming back for it later in the evening anyway.

If not for Seven, I’d be working while watching Lori’s anime.

The guards greet me in front of my suite, and I head inside. Nacho and Miss K are both gobbling down their food. Nacho will try to steal Miss K’s meals, but she’s gotten good at scaring the kitten away—although Nacho must be eight months old at this point, and he’s growing fast. He’s going to be bigger than she is in a few months.

I take my shoes and jacket off, then make my way into the bedroom.

Seven is on all fours on the bed, completely naked, with his ass inthe air. He must hear me because he reaches back to spread his ass cheeks. “Hello, Master,” he breathes without looking back at me.

What a sight.

His hole twitches enticingly, like it’s waiting for me to abuse it.

“Hello, pet,” I say, sitting down behind him. I run my hand over his bare ass cheek. Absently, I note that his hole is completely hairless, which means he must have made use of the waxing kit recently. I press my knuckle against his taint. “I’ve had quite a day.”

He shivers. “My hole is ready for you,” he says. “If you want to fuck me senseless to forget all about it.”

“It would be nice to have somebody do what I ask for once.” I trail my knuckles lower, to his balls, and gently caress them.

“Yeah?” Seven finally glances over his shoulder even as a shudder wracks his body. “Good thing you have someone here who does everything you want at home to make you feel better, then.”

My eyes land on the thick scar on his side, where a whip must have wrapped around and sliced him open. Senseless anger rushes through me. I already know what he’s been through. The scar isn’t new.

But still, I hate whoever used him so carelessly.

“I’m going to hurt you,” I state as I massage his balls.

He lets out a whimper, nodding quickly. “Yes. Yes, please, Master. I’m yours.”

I lean forward and kiss his shoulder—and squeeze his balls at the same time. Seven gasps and arches his back, moaning in pain and pleasure both.

“What did you do today?” I ask as I ease up the pressure.

It still takes him several seconds to reply, shakily, “I watched TV and played with… with Nacho. Had lunch with Havoc.”

And gambled, probably, in between those innocent-sounding activities.

“What did you watch?” I roll his balls in my hand, making sure to be gentle, to give him only pleasure.

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