Page 51 of Innocence
She looked up and gave me a smile, while pulling apart the red ribbon. “Thank you.”
Thank you? Why was she thanking me? It was almost as if she’d never received a birthday gift before. My eyes narrowed. Maybe she hadn’t?
Rage suddenly sparked through me. What kind of parents didn’t acknowledge their child’s birthday? My father was a piece of shit, and even he’d given us gifts. They may have been his fucked up twisted versions, but they were still gifts.
Kya’s brows rose when she pulled the lid off the box and saw the lavender collar inside. “What’s this?”
I wanted to snort at her mediocre question. Anyone could tell what it was. Instead, I plucked it out of the box and waved her over to me.
I was a bit surprised when she did as I asked. Perhaps the slap I gave her did some good. My eyes once again fell to the mark on her cheek, making my jaw tick.
“This will allow you more freedom,” I explained, while fastening it around her neck.
Her eyes immediately lit up. “You’re letting me go?”
“No,” She was so naive, “but you can leave the room.”
The way her face beamed when she smiled, was almost as pretty as my collar around her neck. The slaves wore white collars, and black once trained. My brothers and I had our own colors.
Jackson had deep crimson red. Carmine, navy, and Tobias silver. One look at the band around Kya’s neck and everyone in the house would know who she belonged to.
“If you try to leave the top floor, the collar will shock you. The further you get, the harsher the shock.”
The smile fell off her face.
Not so happy for my present now, are you, Pet.
“There’s clothes in that closet,” I tipped my head at an open door and rose off the bed. “I trust you’ll be good while I’m gone.”
Intent on starting my day, I strode across the room. One word stopped me.
“Lorenzo.”
My name on her lips hit me like a freight train. I could feel every syllable sink deep into my veins. My cock hardened, aching to hear her sweet tone choking around me.
Slowly, I turned my glare around. “Don’t ever call me by name, Pet. I am your master. Not your lover or your friend.”
“B-but, you said…”
“I don’t care what I said.” When was she going to get it? I was not the hero who’d swoop in and save her. I was the guy that’d drag her down into the depths of hell. “Don’t address me so informally. I won’t tolerate it again.”
With that, I walked out, slamming the door behind me.
Ireached out and touched the doorknob. The instant the cool metal came in contact with my skin, my arm dropped. What the hell was wrong with me?
This should be easy, just open the door and walk out. Instead, I was staring at it like an idiot. It wasn’t like there were monsters on the other side.
There could be.
My eyes narrowed on the engravings of ivy in the brass doorknob. Evil often hid behind beauty. My captor was a perfect example of that. I’d spent some time going through the closet he’d nodded at. It was filled with beautiful clothes. Dresses, shirts, and skirts, all with designer labels.
The kind of wardrobe my sister would kill for. I would kill for just a pair of comfortable pants. That wasn’t why I spent so much time in there. His stuff was hanging on the other side.
I learned one thing going through Lorenzo’s rows of suits, shelves of shoes, and drawers filled with watches and other stuff. My captor was insanely organized. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing.
My sister had the same problem. She liked everything to be in its place. I had issues putting my laundry away, and considering we’d shared a room, Angie was less than pleased. Sometimes I’d mess stuff up just to bug her. I highly doubted itching powder in my bed would be the worst I got if I pulled the same stunt with Lorenzo.
A shiver ran up my spine as I thought about the last time he punished me. A spanking shouldn’t feel so… wrong. Well, it should feel wrong, just not that kind of wrong.
