Page 2 of Innocence
Flo’s nose scrunched up. “I can’t imagine Worthington has much to offer.”
Oh, but it does.
“You’d be surprised what one can find in the most unlikely of places.”
This town was the last place I would have chosen to come. It was Jackson who insistedIbe the one to hand the girl over to her new Master. Part of the new management rules he’d put into effect. As much as I hated to admit it, he had a point.
While the quality of our product put us at the top of the food chain, that wasn’t an excuse to become comfortable and lazy. There was a reason our father was dead.
“I guess that’s true. Why, just the other day I was at a yard sale…”
The bell above the diner door chimed, instantly drawing my attention off the nosy waitress. My gaze zeroed in on the small girl shuffling in with her head hung. Strands of auburn hair fell like a curtain around her face.
I watched the silky locks sway with her movements. Imagined how they would feel wrapped around my fingers. The image was so vivid, I was a bit disappointed when the girl reached up and carefully tucked her hair behind her ear.
She was why I was here.
Kya Caruthers. The diner owner’s daughter.
The slaves we trained were excellent at pleasing their masters. They knew how to satisfy a man, but they were tailored for someone else. Every once in a while, I like to indulge in my own little pet. A woman built just for me. And when I tired of her, I sold her.
There was always something that drew me in. A piece of them that I wanted to own.
The first had possessed a genius IQ. The second was a fighter. The third, I just wanted to use in every way possible, and the fourth thought no man could bring her to her knees.
When I was done with them, none of their assets mattered. They were the same as any other used up slave. Begging for someone to validate their existence.
With Kya, it was different. I couldn’t pinpoint what I wanted from the girl. Perhaps it was her purity that called to me, or the quiet way she shuffled around, avoiding the world.
Either way, when our time was done, she’d be nothing more than a hollow shell of her former self. Because I needed to posses every inch of her innocent soul. One word flew through my mind when she had bumped into me on the street a week before.
Mine.
“Kya,” Flo called out from beside me, “what happened to you?”
She quickly tugged her sleeve down, covering a fresh bruise on her wrist and muttered, “Nothing.”
My nostrils flared as I clenched my teeth to hold back a growl. Some other asshole had marked my property.
Flo sighed deeply. “You have to stop letting Bobby Manchester push you around.”
I made a mental note of the name and sat back, sipping my horrid coffee as Flo slipped away to join Kya behind the counter. This was the moment I’d waited for every day this week. The time when my pet could no longer hide behind her oversized sweaters.
There were two things I’d learned while watching my new toy. Kya had an incessant need to please her parents, and she didn’t like to be seen. But she couldn’t hide from me.
I saw everything. Every curve in the slender body she tried to hide under yards of fabric. The way she was constantly tugging at the braided leather bracelet on her wrist, and how her pale lavender eyes avoided meeting the gaze of anyone she met.
Yes, I saw Kya Caruthers, and desperately wanted to draw out the strength she was hiding. Only then could I really break her down.
My breath sucked back in anxious anticipation as her fingers wrapped around the bottom of her sweater. The slow pull of the fabric over her head wasn’t nearly as intoxicating as the pink hue tinting her fair complexion.
If she got this embarrassed taking off a sweater, what shade of red would she turn when I striped her completely? Would she try and hide herself from me? Shy away in modesty? Was she a virgin? Nowthatwas a thought that truly got my dick hard.
Virginity was a valuable asset. We weren’t allowed to claim the innocent ones for ourselves. But Kya wasn’t being taken to be sold. Yes, she would eventually be auctioned off like all the others, but until I tired of her, she was mine. Mine to play with and torment. My shiny new toy to take home and break.
My eyes wandered over the old and faded Rolling Stones t-shirt she’d striped her sweater off to reveal. If I tilted my head the right way, I could see the outline of her bra. Soft fabric holding up smooth, firm mounds I couldn’t wait to get my hands on.
I took my time, skimming over every inch of her exposed flesh. It was a pity her mother only made her wear a black apron and not the same uniform the other waitresses did. I wasn’t a fan of that teal blue dress; I’d like to see Kya in one though.
