at home or at Club X. But fuck it, I can’t help it. He shouldn’t be so fucking hot, and then there’d be no issue.
Isaac smirks at me, looking to his left and to his right, wary of any employees as the dogs bark in the background. He needn’t worry. They’re all in the back. “Are you looking to be punished, kitten?” he says threateningly under his breath.
I return his smirk as I say, “Maybe I am.”
Isaac
“Please, Master,” Katia begs me from the bed as I walk to the dresser.
She’s heaving for air and her fingers are digging into her thighs to keep herself from taking over.
She wants more. She always wants more. I’m going to have to take a fucking Viagra just to keep up with her.
Fuck, she feels so good. I’ll never get enough of her. I could fuck her all day and still not be sated. All I want to do is give her unmatched pleasure.
Not today though. We’re helping her cousin move into Katia’s old apartment. Lyssa's excited to be moving to the big city, and Katia’s happy to have her close.
In fact, she’s been wanting to see her family more and more. Especially her mother. It’s about time she opened up to her. She doesn’t talk about the depraved aspects of our relationship. But she tells her mother everything else. She’s honest and open. She’s raw and vulnerable. She’s not afraid to share her pain, because she knows with that there’s healing. For all of them. Katia and her family.
She’s finally accepted that.
I’ve never seen her happier and more confident. She’s a beautiful woman, inside and out.
How I got suckered into helping her cousin move, I have no idea. Well, the movers I hired will be doing most of the work, but still.
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