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She draws in a sharp breath and blurts out, “Bu—” before remembering the rule and shutting her mouth. No “Yes, Master,” this time, but I don’t demand it. I just made a statement. Silence is fine by me.
I choose a small but strong vibrator from the cupboard and position myself behind her. From previous experience, this should happen quickly. The combination of vibrations plus the pain from the plug seems to be a winner for my twisted little doll.
I activate it and set to work, using it gently at first, teasing her clit. Out of everything I’ve done to Juliet since taking her, owning her pleasure is my absolute favorite. I always loved giving her pleasure, but now I’m the only one who can. If there’s one thing I’ll never get tired of in life, it’s this.
She fights it. I can tell by the way her brow creases and she bites her lip as I play with her. I let the pleasure build, then pull away. Normally she’d be begging after a couple of minutes of this, but that was when I was Saldar. She’s still trying to put on a tough front for me.
It’s useless, of course.
I work her up slowly, giving her longer and longer each time I touch her. Soon, her face softens, and her pale skin turns pink. Her eyes lose their tightness, and she meets my gaze, her expression sad and desperate all at once.
“You earned this, doll. Let yourself enjoy it.”
Then I turn the vibrator up a notch and press it hard against her.
It only takes a few seconds. Her lips part, her eyes close, and she lets out a noise from deep in her throat. A cross between a moan and a sob. Her body twitches, and I let her ride the wave of pleasure before pulling the little device away.
When she opens her eyes again, there’s a spaced-out look in them, as though she’s miles away.
“Well done. Now. Can I trust you to behave?”
I twist the plug for emphasis, and she squeaks before muttering, “Yes, Master.”
“Good.”
I let her squirm for a minute longer, just to see if she’ll flare up. Only the steady trickle of the water, and Juliet’s ragged breaths fill the room. Once I’m sure she’s resigned to waiting, I remove the plug. She sighs, then waits quietly as I unfasten her wrists and ankles.
I don’t instruct her to shower. The lube will have lost most of its potency by now, but she’ll still be feeling the sting. I want her to have that reminder for a while.
“You may sit.”
I watch as she levers herself carefully up. I could look at her for hours. Some days, I do. She’s lost a little muscle during her time here, with limited space to exercise and no equipment, but she doesn’t look any the worse for it. Maybe one day, we’ll be able to go to the gym together.
What in the hell am I thinking about? She’s my naked sex slave, she fucking hates me, and here I am planning couples workout sessions. I’m skipping about a thousand steps ahead of the game plan. That sort of thinking that will get me in trouble.
Once she’s settled on the edge of the altar, I stand in front of her. Her gaze flickers over me, darting over my face and body like she still can’t believe I’m here. She’s tense, and I can feel the questions she’s keeping locked up.
Too bad. Information is a privilege.
I cup her face, and her green gaze settles on mine. Her lips part, and I run my thumb over them. “That’s a good doll. Show me that you can behave, and I’ll consider explaining why you are here. You do not have permission to ask me questions. Is that understood?”
Her eyes widen. This is the worst thing I could have said to her. The next few days will be torture for Juliet. But it’s necessary. One shock at a time. She needs to get used to the idea of me as her master before I hit her with the Brotherhood.
I can’t deny the thrill that scorches my nerves as she forces out, “Yes, Master.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Juliet
Heleavesmealone.Hadrian. Hadrian leaves me alone, in the cell in which he’s holding me captive. The cell where he’s punished me, teased me, and fucked me over and over again.
Hadrian.
How?
I prowl around the cell, looking at everything with new eyes. Even ignoring the enormous question of why the hell he is doing all this, how did he afford it? Hadrian isn’t a billionaire. He doesn’t come from a mob family or have any connection to organized crime.
His dad is a safety inspector for the local council, for fuck’s sake.
