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Kacian smiled at him. “What took you so long?”

“I saw Seth,” he answered.

Kacian’s smile faded. “Did you talk to him?”

“I don’t have anything to say to him,” Zain said. “Let’s go.”

Kacian nodded, and they hopped onto the golf cart. After Zain drove them to an obstacle course, they spoke while Kacian played. “I wish you’d allow me to introduce you to him. He probably won’t remember me, but—”

“No, Mom,” Zain said, harsher than he intended to. He dragged a hand down his face. “Sorry. Continue.”

Kacian sighed, wiping the back of her hand across her forehead to rid the sweat. “Let’s change the topic. How are things with Taeja?”

“Good,” he answered, the bitterness seeping away. “Haven’t seen her in a while, but she’s coming home tomorrow.”

Kacian hit a ball. It rolled down the grass and missed the hole. “Damn it,” she hissed before looking at Zain. “How’s work?”

Zain’s mind flashed to the client he had yesterday. He loved working as a personal trainer. It gave him the power to order people around like he was still in the military, but sometimes, civilians were too stubborn for his liking. “It’s okay. How’s the hospital?”

She smiled. “My coworkers are throwing me a retirement party next week. I want you to come.”

“Mom—”

“Don’t fight me on this, Zain. You’re the one who told me to retire early so you can take care of me. I want them all to see what a nice son I have.”

Unable to deny his mother, he sighed. “Fine.”

Kacian smiled, walking toward him to pat his cheek. “You’re up.”

Zain grabbed the club. “I don’t want us coming here anymore,” he grumbled. He’d only switched their usual tennis playing to golf in hopes of feeling connected to his biological father, but seeing the man today didn’t make him want to feel connected at all.

He strolled down thesteps. His dick was brick hard and he could hardly wait to bury it deep inside Taeja’s pussy.

He turned the knob and the door quietly swung open. He took a moment to admire the sight. From the whips and chains hanging from the ceiling and walls, to the big bed in the middle of the room, and the woman kneeling before it.

Taeja was adorned in skimpy white lingerie that left very little to the imagination. Not only did it have a complimenting collar, but it also had straps circling her breasts instead of cloth. Her legs were spread wide, her pussy peeking out from under the crotchless panties. Her hands were laid palm up on her thighs, the garter clinging to her skin nicely. Paired with the silky blindfold, she looked like an angel.

One he would corrupt. Devour. Leave unholy.

He stepped further into the room, and Taeja inhaled a shaky breath. Zain smirked. He loved how she was aware of his presence. He walked behind her, gently grazing the side of her face and making her shudder. “Did you move?”

Taeja shook her head.

“Words.”

“N-no,” she said, her voice dripping with a need for him.

“Look how needy you are, and I haven’t touched you yet. Tell me, Taeja, is your pussy wet for me?”

She nodded. “Yes, Zain.”

He smirked. “What’s your safe word?”

“Lavender.”

“And the other thing?”

“I’m at your mercy,” she recited. “And you can do whatever you want to me.”

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