them well.
Closing the door behind me, I enter the room at a leisurely pace. They quickly spring from the bed and kneel at the foot of it, eyes downcast.
This should please me, but it doesn’t. All I wish is for them to leave.
However, if they don’t believe the façade, they’ll become a liability as the truth would ruin me. So I forget who I am and remember who I once was.
“What a delightful sight. I am most pleased.”
The women are beautiful. Willow has chosen well.
I come to rest in front of the first woman. The strawberry blonde. I’ve forgotten her name. “Hello, персик.”
She nods slowly, knowing not to speak unless given permission. Willow was once the pupil, but now, she’s the teacher.
“You may address me.”
She lifts her chin, her porcelain skin glowing under the lights. There is an innocence about her that has me fearful for her as the vultures will want to pick her apart. “Thank you, мастер. I’m here to serve you.”
Swallowing down the bile, I nod my approval and move on to the next woman with hair as black as night. Her name is Jada. I only remember this because her eyes are a lovely shade of jade.
“Are you well, Jada?”
She doesn’t speak and remains submissive, which annoys me beyond words. This is so exhausting. At this rate, our conversation should be done come midnight. I don’t know how I once took pleasure from this way of life.
I suppose conversing was not high on the agenda however.
“You can speak.”
Jada raises her eyes and smiles shyly. “I’m good, мастер. Thank you for all that you’ve done.”
Submissive zombies. That’s the only way I can describe what I’m seeing. I would do anything for one of them to disobey me, but they won’t.
I focus my attention on the last woman. Again, I cannot remember her name. “What is your name? Please answer me,” I add, wishing for this exchange to be over with soon.
“Yuna, but you may call me whatever you wish,” she replies softly, meeting my eyes. Her long dark hair is braided, drawing attention to her stunning cheekbones and pink lips.
Out of the three women, I feel Yuna has the most gall.
They’re wearing matching sheer white gowns. I know they’re accustomed to wearing much less at their previous job, but I still wonder if they’d like to wear something else. But I cannot offer them this option because in this world, a submissive is to act and dress a certain way.
These rules don’t apply to Willow, though, because she isn’t my submissive. To the outside world, she’s my lover. Mine and Saint’s.
I feel sickened by this thought.
Ella will see this, and I can only imagine how it’ll affect her. She already believes I chose Willow over her, and tonight will only confirm this, which is why I need to get her alone as soon as possible.
I need to explain everything, and so does she, and once we’re done catching up, I will tear the clothes from her luscious body and feast on her for a week.
Just the thought of it has me aching in my pants.
“Shall I suck your cock?” says Yuna. Looking up at me, she awaits my command.
Cupping her chin, I run my thumb over her bottom lip. “Thank you, Yuna, but no. I need to get ready for tonight’s festivities.”
She nods.
Bidding the ladies farewell, I exit their room, inhaling deeply as I close the door. How I’ve changed. In the past, I wouldn’t have thought twice about exploiting these women however I pleased. But now, all I want is to enjoy a neat scotch in silence.
I can’t be in this mindset tonight. To regain the respect of my “peers,” I have to be the man I once was.
Let the games begin.
I’ve decided against the tie.
My navy suit is made from the finest material and lined with elegant blue silk. I wear a white shirt with two buttons undone so my thin gold chain is on show.
My hair is slicked back. The longer strands emphasize the shorter sides.
Adjusting my cuff links, I opt for no jacket as it’s too formal. This is supposed to be a party, after all. My gold pocket watch sits snugly in my vest pocket with the chain hanging loose, single Albert style.
I don’t need to look into the mirror to know I look good. I paid my personal Italian tailor thousands of dollars to ensure it.
But this is all for show.
All I care about is seeing Ella and finding out what