Page 100 of Torment

“And rule number two, never touch what is mine, ever. It’s that simple.”

“Understood.”

“Good. I can see you and I are going to get along just fine. Now, I’m exhausted. It was quite the entertaining evening, wouldn’t you agree?”

Colton just nodded before taking a sip of his drink. A man of few words—just as Rex liked them.

Rex walked around the bar and passed Colton before he turned back around. “And, Colton, loosen up a little, would you? Have some fun. What’s the use of creating this beautiful dark world we’re living in if we can’t embrace it every now and then?” Rex winked and then made his way up the stairs.

Even though everything went down as planned, he was wound up way too tight. He needed a way toexpelall the stress and frustration he endured the last few days. With Brent dead and Baxter the Saint out of the picture, he could breathe easily again, even just for a short while.

Once at the top floor, he punched in the security key and the door clicked open. The automated lights went on as he made his way down the hall, removing the chain with a key from around his neck. The closer he got to that third door, the more he felt the anticipation pulsing up his spine. His sick little mind was already thinking about all the ways he would work off the tension in his body.

He stopped in front of the dark mahogany wood door, pushed the key into the lock, and started to unbutton the collar of his shirt as he slowly opened the door.

The second his gaze landed on the one thing he had been dying to see all day, a smile crept up on his face, his body already burning with dark desires and promises of forbidden pleasures.

“My dear little firefly,” he said softly as he leaned against the door, starting to loosen his cuffs. “How you please me.”

The woman, currently naked and on her knees, remained silent as she kept her head down. It was the ultimate display of submission, something she had mastered years ago.

Rex smiled as he started toward her, his cock already pressing painfully against his pants. “Now this is what I call a welcoming party.”

When he stopped right in front of her, he reached out and placed his hand on her head, weaving his fingers through her long, golden hair.

“I’m in a very good mood today, firefly. So today I give you permission to speak and act freely within this room.”

It wasn’t something that happened often. For her to be free to do and say what she wanted wasn’t something he usually preferred—and neither did she. Submission, obedience, and discipline were what made them what they were. Addicted, captivated, warped, and completely possessed.

She lifted her head and gazed up at him as he towered over her, the sterling silver slave collar around her neck shimmering in the dimmed light of the room. Seeing her on her knees by his feet gave him a sense of ultimate power, a feeling of supremacy that could only be described as euphoric.

Her dark eyes looked up at him pleadingly, but he knew her well enough to know it wasn’t a plea for mercy. It was a plea for ecstasy.

She placed her hand on his while nestling her head deeper into his touch. “I have been waiting for you the whole day.”

“Did you miss me, firefly?”

“I always do, master.”

“Good.” He took her hand and helped her up from the floor. At five foot four, she was much smaller than his six foot four frame. She was fragile, delicate, and petite, and he wouldn’t want her any other way.

Rex’s gaze dropped down to her naked breasts, big enough to fill the palm of his hand perfectly. Her rosy pink nipples were already hard, and he licked his lips as his mouth watered to taste them.

With his head he indicated toward the king-size bed in the middle of the room. “Sit.”

Without a second’s hesitation she moved backward until the mattress hit the back of her knees. When she sat down, the posture of her back straight, pushing her chest out toward him, he positioned himself between her legs while slowly dragging the back of his hand all the way down her arm.

“Ask me about my day,” he ordered softly.

He felt her shiver under his touch and couldn’t help but smile. He loved the power he wielded over her body. It was his favorite part of the whole game.

“How was your day, master?” Her soft, angelic voice made him close his eyes for just a second before he leaned closer, bringing his face inches from hers while his hand continued down her body.

“My day was excellent, thank you for asking.” Her heart-shaped lips parted and he felt a swirl of her warm breath move over his face.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she whispered.

Her breath hitched as he moved his hand to the inside of her leg. “You should be.”

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