Page 36 of Innocence
She muttered another apology, but I could see the glint of anger playing on her features. I’d come to know Ciara well, and one thing she was not, was apologetic.
Jackson scrubbed a hand down his face. “What am I going to do with you?”
Punishment wasn’t one of his preferred jobs. He was exceptionally good at it, but my brother preferred to focus on work.
Of course, there were those rare cases when he took an interest in one of our girls. But that hadn’t happened in a few years. Tame and subdued wasn’t his thing.
My eyes landed on the blood trickling from Ciara’s split lip.
“She still hasn’t done the job you brought her here for.”
They both stopped and looked at me. The wide eyed shock on the slave’s face caused my lips to curl. I, on the other hand, enjoyed punishing entitled brats.
“I would be happy to service you,” she said, shifting her gaze to my brother, “Sir.”
No she wasn’t. Her disdain was obvious. Too bad neither of us gave a shit if she was injured, or how much her mouth would hurt with a cock shoved in it.
Jackson even helped her crawl over to me, with a swift kick in the ass. I couldn’t help but scoff at his red sneakers. The entire point of a suit was to look professional.
I said nothing as she unbuckled my belt and pulled my cock out. Didn’t even let myself groan when her lips wrapped around me. I was too busy watching my pet, shift about on the bed. Breasts swaying as she carefully pushed herself up and hugged her knees.
Her eyes were what I really wanted to see. Then I could imagine it was her hot mouth sucking me down her throat.
My hand landed on the back of Ciara’s head, pushing her down hard. When her gagging wasn’t enough, I stood up and pushed her back against my desk, so, I could stare at Kya and fuck her mouth like I wanted to plow into my pet’s tight cunt.
I thrust hard, banging Ciara’s head off the wood behind her again, and again, and again. Until I felt my balls pull up and a tingle raced up my spine.
My fingers tightened around the edge of my desk as I roared my release down Ciara’s throat. After which, I dropped back down in the chair, panting and slightly relieved. The slave wasn’t who I wanted, but for now, she worked.
Seemingly satisfied at my show, Jackson grunted, “I’ll leave you to your work,” and left.
Apparently his absence returned some of Ciara’s entitlement, because she rolled her eyes up at me and snarled, “Would you have made your pet do that?”
“What I do withmypet is none of your business.” My brow arched down at the sneer on her face, “You’re a slave, Ciara. Nothing but a warm place for men and women to drop their cum.” I grabbed her face and smoothed my thumb across the blood staining her lip, “And you already took mine, so get the fuck out.”
Cassie,one of our cooks, nodded at me as I passed her in the hall. I could see the cart she’d left waiting outside my bedroom door. My heart picked up as the aroma of chicken soup filled my senses.
This would be the third time I tried to get my pet to eat. The first time she flat out ignored me, so I promptly left, closing her back in the dark.
The next time I went in, she still refused to eat. She did, however, take the water I offered her.
That was three hours ago. Most of which she’d spent wringing her hands and jabbering to herself. She’d been locked up alone for a day and half now, and finally the solitude was starting to get to her. I didn’t know whether to admire her, or try another tactic. Most people would’ve broken by now.
“Perseverance, Lorenzo,” I murmured to myself while pressing my thumb to the pad, unlocking the door.
Patience was a valuable asset. One I prided myself in having. Whether it be waiting out a slave in training, or digging information out of an unwilling subject, the quick fix wasn’t one I often chose.
I took my time to make sure the job was done right. Cutting corners was how mistakes were made. Yet, every time I stood outside this door, I wanted to charge inside and take Kya rough and fast.
My anxiety was incredibly annoying. The only thing that stopped me was the desire to wedge myself into her thoughts. Taking someone’s body was one thing, but owning their soul…
Nothing came close to that power trip. I just needed to contain myself until she broke her vow.
When her hands reached out and touched me of her own free will, that’s when I could take what I wanted. At that point, I’d won. I was in her mind. Even if it was deep in her subconscious, I was there, and she wouldn’t be able to get me out.
I pushed the door open and wheeled the cart inside. Kya was sitting in the middle of the bed, blinking against the lamp light. She looked absolutely delectable in the white silk camisole I chose for her.
The purple embroidery running along the hemline of her bust brought out the lavender of her eyes. I was thoroughly pleased she decided to put it on. Seeing her wearing it, made me think about taking it off.
