Page 24 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

I understand what she’s trying to comprehend, and it saddens me. “London, you’re not a slave. You’re an employee,” I reiterate. “You have a choice. And you can always say no.” I realize this concept is going to take some getting used to. Whatever her past, it’s stricken with darkness.

A few heated seconds pass before her tight facial expression softens.

“If you want me, I’m here.”

“Good.” I spin her around and tighten my grip on her hips. “Go clean up and then come with me.” I graze my teeth up her neck and push my erection into her ass.

I want her. My way. No more fucking waiting.

I release her and put her in motion with a swat on the butt. She washes her hands and turns off the oven in record time.

When she’s within reaching distance, I trap her face and hold it hostage an inch away from mine.

“You’re going to be a good little bird and do everything I say?” I dip my toe in her submissive waters.

London drops her eyes; she’d probably drop to her knees if I’d let go of her.

“Yes, sir.”

Her docile response makes me rumble with need. A deep, depraved, domineering need.

“Good girl.” I drop a kiss on the tip of her nose then take her hand. No time to waste. I drag London through the house and into the dressing room.

If we’re having this party, we’re doing it my way. Tonight is as much for Kayne as it is for me. Is that sneaky? Absolutely.

Do I care? Not so much.

“Take your clothes off,” I instruct as I buzz in and out of the closets collecting the items I need.

By the time I have everything in hand, London is standing there gloriously naked, putting every sparkle in the room to shame.

That perfect body. That gorgeous face. Those metallic eyes and luscious lips. She could be revered as one of Aphrodite’s high priestesses. And I’m so ready to worship.

With the air thick with lust—or maybe that’s just me breathing fire—I close in on her. Once a hair away, I place the items on the vanity behind London. Every inch of her is exposed, from her heavy round breasts to her bare pussy to the reflection of her heart-shaped ass staring back at me in the mirror.

This woman doesn’t need much, she’s perfection personified, but a little dress up never hurt anyone.

I outfit her in a spider web of black rhinestones. Tiny glints of onyx begin to wink all over her body as I move around her. Next, a thin leather collar with large crystal jewels and a leash to match.

I begin to salivate from just her mere presence and the promises to come.

Next, makeup. I catch the perplexed look in her eye as I apply sparkly eyeshadow, rosy blush, and dark pink lip stain, before stepping back to assess the living doll.

Myliving doll.

“Say what’s on your mind, little bird.” I cross my arms and prepare myself for it.

London hesitates, but I extend an inviting expression. I’ve heard it all. My talents are well-rounded and unique, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed by too many people. When you grow up grooming women so they can sell themselves to put food on their table, and yours, you learn a few things. Like how to accessorize, and the difference between blush and bronzer, and how far one tender touch can take you.

My mother made sure I saw what was below the surface when it came to people. She made sure I saw the women who worked for her as just that—women. Not objects that are insignificant or expendable or disposable. Which is how most women in this business are treated. In my current role, I walk a fine line, but I do my best to be open and honest and treat them with respect even when my primal male instincts emerge with a vengeance. And at the moment, my need to fuck like a wild animal is ensuing a quiet chaos inside me.

“I think you’re one of the strangest people I’ve ever met,” she finally admits.

I smile brightly. “Thank you.”

“I’m glad you took that as a compliment.” The tone of her raspy voice fluctuates with uncertainty. I’ve been called so much worse that strange is actually refreshing.

“A very high compliment. I know I’m different, and I’m completely okay with that.” I pick up a little velvet bag on the vanity. It’s the finishing touch.

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