Page 17 of Innocence
“Nico’s going to be happy,” Carmine said as we continued on our way.
My brow rose. “Nico’s here?”
The mafia hitman was one of the trusted few that knew our location. Most had to go through the cloak and dagger stuff of blacked out windows and blindfolds to get here.
I had to laugh at all those reports and documentaries depicting people like us as foul mouthed pimps. Those bottom of the barrel degenerates weren’t the ones society should be scared of.
That would be everyone else.
Neighbors, cops, politicians. Even the guy cooking your meal may have been a customer. There was a reason the sex trade was a thirty eight billion dollar a year industry. And those were only the ones the government assumed were out there.
High priced, exclusive organizations like ours could make that off the sale of ten slaves. Rich men paid a lot of money for something they wanted. Some of those rich men were part of the very government promising to hunt us down.
Once, we’d even hosted a party for returning veterans. Uncle Sam footed that bill. The legitimate tax write off almost made Jackson come as hard as some of those soldiers.
Rather than walk all the way around the courtyard to get to the wing Jackson’s office was in, we rounded the corner to cut through the bathhouse.
This was a popular spot for visitors and slaves alike. The secret to the ancient Greek style ambiance wasn’t the ornate marble pillars ornamenting the corners, or the giant steaming pool in the center of the room. It was the spring water full of natural minerals we funneled in from the other side of the island.
Women especially ate that crap up. Did it really do anything for your skin? Possibly?
Personally, I never put much stock in it. I did enjoy the room though. Particularly when it was like this. Occupied with writhing bodies and passionate moans.
I enjoyed putting on a show, hearing people come as I pushed a slave past the point of resistance. Would my newest pet get off on being watched, or would she be mortified?
I glanced over at Carmine, feeling my cock thicken as his eyes danced around the various bodies in the steam filled room.
He was the one I wanted to watch the most. Have him stand in the background, lip curling, as I played with a toy he could never touch, but desperately wanted to.
The corner of my mouth tipped up at the sight of a blond man. Eyes rolled back in his head as he braced his neck on the edge of the pool.
“I wonder if Liam will like my pet?”
No matter how many times Carmine’s jaw ticked in that angry way, it would never be enough. He knew I hated him. Just like I knew he hated me.
There was only one way this would end. In blood. For now, I was content to play our little game.
“Liam likes all your pets.” Carmine snapped his gaze over to our only male slave. “Isn’t that right, Liam.”
The blond man rolled his eyes open, displaying deep ember orbs. “Enzo. Carmine. You guys come to watch the show?”
My eyes slid down his chest to the woman he held under the water. “Not today.”
“Too bad. I get to play Master today.” He yanked the woman out of the water by a fistful of dark hair, and dragged his finger down the side of her face. “Isn’t that right, slut?”
She had enough time to gasp in a desperate breath of air and mutter out, “Yes, Sir,” before he plunged her back down.
There weren’t many opportunities to watch our only male slave in the Master role. Which was the only time he was permitted to call us by name. Purchasing Liam off his crack-head mother was the best investment we’d ever made.
He was strong and confident, a natural alpha male. But he could also play the submissive part. Perfect for the insecure husbands who wanted a taste of power.
Liam wouldn’t let their significant others come until they said she could. It didn’t hurt that he got off on sucking cock as much as he did eating pussy.
Before I could dismiss Liam, Carmine sauntered over and draped his arm around my shoulders. “We were just talking about Enzo’s new pet.”
“Oh yeah?” Liam immediately perked up.
“Mmm,” Carmine nodded. “She’s quite beautiful.”
