Page 49 of Cruel God

“This package just arrived, and I was wondering if this is the outfit you’d like me to wear tonight.”

I turned and saw Piper holding a large white box with a gold ribbon on top. She knew those boxes always delivered new outfits my girls were required to wear when accompanying me to a party like tonight.

I summoned a sincere smile and strolled toward her. “This time, the box isn’t for you.”

Her eyes widened. “Sir?”

I glanced down at her white see-through robe, showcasing her perfect nipples, and matching white thong underneath. “You have a long white robe like this one, no?”

“I do.”

“Good. You can wear that.” I dragged my gaze down her body, pausing when I reached her thighs. “But without the panties. And wear the mask I had placed in your bedroom.”

“Of course.”

There was no missing the disappointment in her eyes. It irked me that she didn’t even fucking try to mask it while in my presence, but I was just too excited about what I had planned for her and Colton to care.”

I took the box from her hands. “My dear, sweet Piper. To how many of these parties have you had the pleasure of accompanying me?”

“Several, sir.”

“Several, yes.” I reached up and gently touched her cheek. “And for more than half of those, you were my star attraction with all the amazing costumes I made you wear.”

She smiled. “Yes, sir.”

“But not tonight.”

Instantly her smile melted off her face.

“Tonight, it’s someone else’s turn to shine at my side.” I dragged my thumb across her lower lip, her tongue darting out to lick my finger before sucking it into her mouth. I allowed it, watching her sensual, plump lips wrap around my thumb. Piper was a pretty girl, skilled in pleasuring a man, and a real good fuck. I’d be a liar if I said her little seduction act wasn’t working its magic on my cock. But knowing my Hope was waiting for me upstairs, knowing how different things would be if tonight were a success, I had no intention of giving Piper my dick.

She closed her eyes, a soft moan rippling from her throat, and I eased my finger from her mouth, wiping the spit across her chin. “I have plans for you and our guest tonight. Go clean yourself, and then escort Mr. Riggs to one of the playrooms. Wait for my arrival.”

“Sir?”

I ignored her and stomped up the stairs. Piper had been a part of this life for years. That night when my father forced me to have sex for the first time in front of an entire crowd, it was Piper that stood bent forward with her pussy all exposed, blooming in my fucking face. Unfortunately for her—or fortunately—my father was so impressed by our performance that night he decided to keep poor Piper, hence why I was still stuck with her.

I unlocked the security door, walked in, and waited for it to shut before continuing down the hall. The fluttering of nerves in my gut annoyed me. I was fucking nervous because I wasn’t sure I had the balls to do what needed to be done. Unfortunately, I didn’t have much choice as this was the only way to secure Hope’s protection…here with me.

As I slipped the key into the lock of the door, I took a deep breath and steeled myself against any kind of emotion that would make this even more difficult than it already was. No matter what, I had to make sure Hope didn’t feel the nervous tension I was trying to contain. The last thing she needed was to feel doubt.

I pushed the door open after unlocking it and found Hope cleaning her room. The red sheets on the bed had been exchanged for the dark purple set, and the lavender scent of freshly polished wood filled the room. Because no one in the house knew of Hope’s existence, the maid wasn’t permitted to clean this room that always remained locked. She had clear instructions to only clean my room and the rest of the top floor—and as quickly as humanly fucking possible—which wasn’t a problem at all since I’d breathe down her neck, not leaving her unattended for a second while she cleaned.

This meant that for Hope, cleaning her room was her responsibility, which she always did. I had never walked into this room to find it anything less than pristine and perfect—just like her.

The moment she noticed my presence, she immediately let go of the cushion she had in her hand and dropped to her knees.

I placed the box on the bed and inched forward, gliding my palm down the side of her head. “I have a surprise for you. Get up.”

She obeyed, and I took her hand as I helped her stand. Her beautiful hazel eyes brightened as she noticed the box with the giant golden bow. “Is that for me?”

I nodded. “It is.”

For a few seconds, she just stared down at the box but didn’t move. I could see on her expression that she didn’t know whether she should trust this gesture or not. It would be wise of her not to trust it, but I kept that thought of truth to myself.

“Open it.”

Taking it as a command from her master, Hope quickly reached for the bow and untied it before removing the lid from the box. I could tell by the slight tremble of her hands she was nervous. If only she knew how scared she really had to be over what lay ahead.

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