I have to admit, it’s nice being included. There wasn’t even a question as to whether or not I’d be there. They all just assumed I would be. If it were anything else, I’d be irritated. But it’s Katia’s family. She says they’re my family too, and I may one day feel that they are. But not yet.
Just like Katia, we need time.
I’ll have more of it to dedicate to her now that I’m not taking new clients for the security firm.
I don’t see the point. I don’t want to be the man I saw in myself when I pushed Katia away.
I want to be the man she sees. She keeps telling me every night what a Master means to her.
And I promise I’ll be that man. I’ll make every effort to be the perfect Master for her.
As I open the dresser drawer to pick out what toys I’m going to use on her, I see the black velvet box in the corner of the drawer.
Her family is having a dinner to celebrate Lyssa’s departure into her independence, or so Katia thinks. Her entire family already knows that I’ll be proposing. I promised them she’ll forever be surrounded by love. She deserves it.
Her mother cried when I told them, and even her father got teary eyed. I feel an odd sense of family with them. Something similar to what I had with my Aunt Maureen before she passed.
With time it will grow, and I’ll make sure Katia is there, front and center, surrounded by love and family.
“Master, may I touch myself?” Katia begs me, her voice desperate but respectful.
I pluck the vibrat from the drawer.
“No, you may not.” I’m stern with her, and she nods her head in recognition. My kitten is needy. “On your back,” I command her. “And hold onto your knees. ”
My kitten instantly obeys, falling backward and gripping the inside of her knees. Her pussy is glistening and clenching around nothing. She glances at me as I click the switch to turn on the vibrator and the gentle hum fills the room. Her head falls against the bed, and a lusty moan spills from her lips.
“Please hurry,” she begs me, and it forces a chuckle to rise up my chest. She makes it hard sometimes to stay in this Master mode.
One truth I’ll never deny is this:
I’m more of a Slave to her than she ever was, or will be, to me.
Continue on for Book 3, Owned.
Owned. Book 3
Prologue
Joseph
I’m quiet as I walk into my bedroom, hoping to get a look at Lilly without her knowing. But those doe-eyed baby blues are shining back at me the second I enter.
Hating me. They pierce into me, giving me a look that could kill a lesser man.
I’ve been given more hateful glares. From deadly men who intended on killing me, who despise me and my very existence. I’ve never been effected.
But the look in her eyes guts me.
Because I know she’s hiding pain behind the hate.
“Let me out,” she says in a low voice as she wraps her fingers around the silver steel bars. Her voice lacking the strength and conviction she’d rather I hear. She adjusts slightly and as she does she winces. My eyes follow her movements, the grates of the cage have left an imprint on her knees. It’s only been a few hours since she’s been given her punishment. And I’m already regretting it.
I have to remind myself that this is for her own good. She’s being punished for a reason.
She wanted this.
She asked for this.
And now she wants to leave?
I won’t allow it.
My hands ball into fists as I stalk forward, my bare feet sinking into the lush carpet with each heavy step. The cage is large, much taller than her own height and she rises to meet me although she’s still on her knees.
Here’s a side to her I’ve never seen. The fierce woman who was always there, hiding behind the facade of obedient eyes.
She liked to play the submissive. She thought this was a game.
She thought wrong.
Lilly looks back at me with daggers in her eyes as I crouch lower, leveling my gaze with hers. Even with the anger swirling in her blue eyes, piercing into me, she gives off an air of purity, or innocence. She’s so delicate, so sweet. My flower.
Her rage only makes me want her more.
“Are you ready to obey?” I ask her, tilting my head slightly. My words piss her off. And I fucking love it. The comprehension of her predicament making her eyes narrow for a moment. I watch as her hands attempt to ball into fists, but she corrects herself, warring with what she craves to do and what she feels she’s expected to do.
She clenches her teeth, but her eyes water. Tears forming in her eyes as her lush lips part, but then quickly close without a sound being uttered.
I question everything in that small moment.
“Fuck you,” she finally responds in a sneer, but then instantly lowers her gaze. She’s strong, courageous even, but she’s a true submissive. I have yet to earn that side of her. But I will.
“You want to,” I answer with a sharp smirk that curves my lips up and that brings her glare back. It’s a tit for tat. If she’d give in, so would I, but she’s fighting it.
She didn’t realize how intense this would be when she signed that contract. Giving her freedom over to me. Neither did I.
She doesn’t respond but I see her thighs clench ever so slightly. The small action makes my dick instantly harden with desire. She loves what I do to her. She still wants me, even when she hates me.
“All you need to do is obey, my flower.” I restore my strict composure, waiting for her answer.
My nickname for her makes her lips part just the tiniest bit with lust. It makes me lean into her that much closer. Wanting more. My fingers wrap around the bars just above hers, barely touching her, but feeling the heated tingle I always do when I’m with her.
She knew I wasn’t a good man.
That’s part of what drew her to me. I know it is.
“Fine,” she says in merely a whisper. I cock a brow at her answer, daring her to continue with that disrespectful attitude.
Our days are numbered and if I let her, she may leave me the moment she can and never look back.
But she craved this for a reason. The same darkness that drives my desires is in her. Stirring low in the pit of her stomach, fueling her hatred for me, but making her want me so much more.
“You know that’s not the way I’d like you to address me.”
“Yes, sir.” She says obediently, her voice the proper tone as she squares her shoulders. She’s still eye level with me, there’s still a fierceness to her, but she’s willing to play. That’s just how I want her.
I’ll show her how good this can be.
But first, she needs to be truly punished. The cage door opens slightly with a gentle creak. I need to leave a lasting impression.
She may be angry with me, but she’s still mine.
I own her. And I’m not letting her go.
Chapter 1
Lilly
“What in the f’n hell?” I slam the romance paperback, Playback, I’d been reading close with an angry growl. My blood boiling like an evil witch’s cauldron.
“How could it end….like that?” I grit my teeth, shaking my head at the gall of whoever’s written this. I fell in love with this storyline and totally felt the heartache and brutal pain the hero and heroine went through. I was rooting for Liam and Tilda. Their story gripped my heart from the very first page, and I was quickly drawn into their struggles to overcome the heart-breaking obstacles keeping them apart.