Page 56 of Bared Betrayal
“Catrina,” I say as I greet her, “this is my guest for today, and she needs to be prepared for the glass room. Make it happen,” I order, and the woman nods, smiles at Kallie, and takes her by the hand. Her eyes are wide, and I give her a reassuring nod and tell her I’ll be waiting for her, placing a chaste kiss to her temple.
Wordlessly, she leaves with the woman, and I head to the bar. I need a drink, but I can’t. I can’t be impaired at all for what I have planned, so I order a tonic and lime and wait. Even without knowing the specifics about what happened, I know I need to give her the pain she begged for and let it heal her however she needs it to.
Tonight, I’ll take care of her, then I’ll find out more. I need to know who wrote that note, and what it means.
“Mr. King,” the barman says as he places my drink in front of me.
I thank him then pull out my phone and send Alexius a text saying I need a favor, a big one, and ask for a meeting tomorrow. Without waiting for a reply, I turn my phone off. Under normal circumstances, I would never turn off my phone when waiting on a response from Alexius, but this isn’t a normal circumstance.
Tonight, my attention will be on her. Only Kallie.
Watching the people around me, ignoring the women who come up trying to entice me, I wait. It doesn’t take long before I see her. Kallie is walking out onto the floor, my broken little doll dressed in white lace, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders like a ray of light.
She looks so pure, so innocent, until her green eyes find me. Something I can’t quite put my finger on flickers across those beautiful eyes. A little panic, maybe? A little hesitation mixed with need. She needs me to take her, to control her, to give her physical pain so great it will block out everything else and have that beautiful mind of hers break into a dark pleasure.
Catrina leads her into the glass room, and I take another sip of my drink before following them.
As I walk inside, I’m fucking floored when I see her. The perfect little pet, on her knees and eyes downcast. Kallie is so beautiful like this, submitting to me. I want to collar her, have her on a leash, chain her to my desk, and have her body at my disposal twenty-four-fucking-seven.
I reach out and place my hand behind her head, staring down at her. “I see my friend has prepped you well.” I glance up at Catrina, nodding my thanks before focusing back on Kallie. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, sir.” Her answer is immediate.
“Good girl.” I brush a lock of hair from her face. “Stand.”
Kallie gets to her feet, her eyes still cast down.
“Look,” I say, and she glances up at the glass walls, people already gathered around. “I want them to watch. But I need to know that’s okay with you.”
I can see the vein in her neck go apeshit as she stares at the crowd looking on. But her cheeks flush the prettiest pink, and I already know she’s into it before she answers, “I’m okay with it.”
My cock is instantly hard, straining against my pants. It’s been a long time since I have allowed others to watch me fuck. But this isn’t about me.
I touch her cheek, and she leans into it. “I want you to know that people see you, they see me, they know what is happening, and they are getting pleasure from your pain just like you are.”
“Why?” she asks, licking her lips, leaving behind a tempting sheen.
“Because you need to know you’re not fucked-up by needing this. And even if you are, then all of them are fucked-up, too.”
The door closes behind us, and I point to a spot on the floor. Wordlessly, she moves to that spot and kneels. With a flick of a switch, I turn the lights off, plunging the room into complete darkness, then turn the dial to light a single spotlight in the middle of the floor.
“The rules for tonight are the same as before. You will not speak. And when spoken to, all you can say is ‘Yes, sir,’ ‘No, sir,’ and your safe word. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What is your safe word?”
“Shadow.”
“Good girl. If you use your safe word, I will not be disappointed in you. I won’t be mad at you. However, I will be mad if you need to use your safe word and you don’t. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Every fucking time those words come from her sweet lips, my cock throbs.
“We are going to play hard tonight. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes, sir.”
