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  She chuckles, much to my surprise. “And that, Jessica, is where it gets fun. That is what excites the sadistic side of him. That is where your masochistic side begs to be punished.”

  Clarity begins to form in my head. “So I’m not doing it wrong?”

  “No. Not at all. Every couple is different. You two will figure out something that works—something that makes you both happy.”

  A smile plays at my lips. Being referred to as a couple and happy in the same statement floods my being with something that’s hasn’t seen the light of day in a long time. Joy.

  A soft click of the door to the bedroom startles me from my thoughts and I peek out of the closet. He’s still wearing his jeans and socks but his shirt is gone, as are his shoes. I cross my arms over my chest and shrug my shoulders as if to say, now what?

  He’s sexy as hell with all of the olive-colored flesh on his chest on display. The dark trail of hair on his lower abdomen leads straight to his unbuttoned jeans and I can see the root of his thick cock barely peeking out. My mouth waters and I lick my lips.

  “Bunny.” His voice is a growl of warning. “Get on the bed.”

  I’m jerked from my lustful daydreaming as I attempt to follow his orders. I try not to let the purple get inside my head but it’s fucking everywhere. As soon as I spy the bed, I make a beeline for it with my eyes half closed.

  I climb up on top of the covers and keep my eyes slammed shut. He can do what he wants but I don’t have to look at the sickening color all over the place. The room chills a few degrees and I know he’s left. When he comes back, the sound of the door locking makes me shiver.

  “I’m going to tie you up, toy.”

  I nod and am thankful when his warm hand grabs my ankle and I sense he’s tying it to the nearest post. At least my poor butt will be safe for the time being. I’m relaxed as he makes quick, gentle work of tying up each arm and leg to the nearest post. This room is much warmer than the Hole and if I can make it through this, I think I can handle anything he throws at me.

  “Open your eyes.”

  Except that.

  I chew on my lip and give him a slight shake of my head. What’s he going to do? Pry my eyelids open?

  “Now, Bunny.”

  Another shake of my head.

  “Fine, have it your way. But I will get what I want,” he tells me in a calm voice.

  Crack!

  Something bites into my upper thigh and I cry out in shock but refuse to open my eyes. He’s hitting me with something and that fucking hurt!

  “Open.”

  “No, sir.”

  Crack!

  Her body flinches as I swat her with the small, black leather flogger Dubois purchased upon my request today while we ate dinner at the restaurant. I want her to open her eyes and tell me why she hates this room. So far, it’s her only weakness and I have to know why. It’s driving me fucking crazy.

  “Open them . . .”

  She clenches her eyes tight, refusing to behave. So this time, I slap one of her tits. A yelp escapes her and her pert nose turns pink as she attempts to hold in tears.

  This goes on for some time; me demanding she open her eyes and her refusing. I enjoy watching her pale flesh grow red with the whelps I inflict. My cock has been hard all damn day for her but I’m not seeking release until I break her.

  I will break her.

  Because she’s already broken me.

  I nearly lost the very essence of who I am today while shopping. She was gorgeous as hell in anything she tried on. I couldn’t tell her no and ended up buying half of Seattle for her. Despite my need to be firm and treat her like the toy she is, I’d found myself giving in to her every whim, indulging every one of her wishes, and following her around like a lovesick puppy. I even bought her fucking flowers because she was absolutely breathtaking when she first bent over to smell them and I wanted to see the look again. She’s getting under my skin and now it’s time to get under hers.

  “Open. Your. Eyes.”

  Of course she refuses so this time, I pop her bare, spread pussy with the end of the flogger. She screams and squirms against the restraints. My body craves to kiss her everywhere—to assure her everything will be okay.

  Which is exactly why I need to hurt her.

  Punish her.

  Make her face her fears.

  So I can drink them up—drink up the terror and despondency in her eyes.

  I need to shoot my load all over her abused tits and then leave her there until it dries.

  Yes, that’s exactly what I’ll do.

  Crack! Crack! Crack!

  Three times in a row on her pussy. Up until now, I’ve varied where I hit her. Now, I want to watch her suffer.

  “Why won’t you sleep in here, Bunny?” My voice is soft, almost caring. But I don’t fucking care. Yeah, right. Even I know that’s a lie.

  “B-Because,” she says with a ragged rush of air. “I can’t.”

  “You can and you will.”

  Crack!

  This continues on until she’s crying and begging me to stop. I can’t stop though. Everything in me craves to know the answer. It is the foundation of who she is—I can feel it.

  “Do you like when I hit your sweet little pussy?”

  “No!”

  Crack!

  She shudders and I wonder if she’s lying. I slip my finger between her thighs and push into her hot center. Dripping wet.

  “Fucking liar,” I say with a chuckle.

  Her body relaxes and I sigh. She’s so damn stubborn. “Want me to stop, Bunny?”

  “Yes.”

  Crack! Crack Crack!

  Tears have stained her cheeks but she still refuses to open her eyes. I pop her on the clit several more times until she’s screaming and shuddering with a wild orgasm. My toy still won’t open her eyes so I try a different tactic.

  Dropping the flogger, I set to untying her legs. As soon as they’re free, she draws them up to her chest.

  “Do you want me to make love to you so you can go to sleep, Jessica?”

  Her mouth parts open and her eyes flutter. I know she wants to look at me.

  “Baby, open your eyes. Focus on me. Forget the bullshit around us. I’m your drug, Jess. Look at me.” My voice is firm but I cloak it in a vow to protect her.

  She senses it, as if connected to me through an invisible wire, and her swollen eyes crack open. They’re on me as she opens them wider. Her eyes don’t dare look at anything else in the room. A possessiveness over her saturates my soul and I want to always be the only thing she sees.

  “Good girl. It’s always me, understand? Everything else is unimportant. I’m your master—the giver of all your orgasms, the one who fulfils your every need, the one who wants every single part of you.”

  She nods and smiles at me. Her eyes are on mine and they droop when I climb onto the bed, settling myself between her legs.

  “Watch me while I make love to you, Jessica.”

  A whimper trickles out of her and I devour the way she molds to me when I’m sweet with her. It’s the only way I seem to be able to find a way inside her pretty little head. The asshole in me says I’m using her to get what I want. But the realist knows I simply like the look on her face. The look that says I’m her whole fucking world.

  I grab onto my cock and slide into her swollen opening. She’s hot, wet, and fucking ready as hell. As soon as I push all the way into her, those gorgeous green eyes start to close.

  “No, baby. You promised. Eyes on me.”

  She nods, biting her lip and reopens them. I drop my lips to her dry ones and kiss them until she’s straining against the ropes.

  “Untie me,” she begs.

  I thrust harder against her, increasing my pace, and shake my head. “I like you all trussed up, beautiful. You’re helpless against me.”

  She gasps when I push her thighs up and take her deeper. “I was helpless against you the moment you dragged me into your car that first night.”
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br />   Her eyes shine, crystal clear with an emotion that slices open my chest and infects my entire being. I love the look. I love the clarity. I love the undeniable certainty.

  She’s mine.

  “Oh, God! Brax!” Her cries are muffled with my mouth as I dive in to kiss her again. She writhes beneath me with an orgasm that soon has my dick pumping my seed into her. For a moment, we’re one and the sensation takes hold of my bitter heart. When we both relax, I rest my forehead against hers.

  I’d had plans for my little toy. Plans that involved treating her like the rest. Plans that were to run through the same motions to get me by.

  But with her, I don’t want to just get by. I want to live in the moment. Live inside of her. To take pause.

  And that’s a big problem.

  I climb off of her so I can turn off the lights. Her eyes stay on me and she ignores everything around her, just like I told her to.

  “I want you to sleep here tonight,” I tell her softly.

  Her wrists are still bound but she fights against them. “Please, I can’t do this without you.”

  I need to punish her.

  Force her to sleep here alone, my cum running down the crack of her ass.

  That’s what my toys do. That’s what makes me happy. Right?

  “Too bad,” I tell her and opt to leave the switch on so she won’t have the darkness to shroud her from her fears.

  Her howl as I leave the room is partly from the loss of me and the other as the demons swallow her up. It guts me as I pad naked toward the elevator.

  Leave her.

  Leave her.

  This is how it works.

  My finger hovers over the button and I freeze.

  The wails coming from the other room are chilling. They tell the story despite her refusal to do so. Her cries are agony and pain and the shit nightmares are made of. They’re too much.

  “Jesus,” I hiss out as I haul ass back to her. The pussy in me wins when it comes to her it would seem. Every damn time. I’ll do anything in this fucking world to stop the sound of the way her heart seems to bleed loudly. So fucking loudly.

  “Brax,” she chokes out when I come into view in the doorway.

  Not wasting time, I quickly untie her and drag her into my arms. “Let’s get the fuck out of here, baby.”

  And we do.

  A few months later . . .

  I stare at the screen and attempt to focus. My mind keeps thinking about the odd back and forth game Jessica and I play when we’re together. It wasn’t long ago that she was broken—so fucking broken. And I was responsible for trying to make her face whatever it is that freaks her the fuck out. But I was also the one to piece her back together again. So many nights we’d curled up on the warm vent in front of the fireplace. That’s where we tend to have deep, meaningful conversations. Neither of us is ready to let our guard down completely but we do enjoy each other’s company, that’s for damn sure, and can carry on interesting conversations. I’d even told her about the other toys since she was curious. Mostly their names and what they looked like. I think she was even jealous of Swan. Not that there was any reason to be. Swan will never be a threat to Bunny. The toy before her is gone. Forever. A distant memory.

  The slurping of someone drinking coffee drags my gaze from my computer and I smirk to see her staring intently at my laptop as she drinks the “workaholic’s heroin.”

  “Having fun there?” My eyebrow raises in amusement.

  Her eyes find mine and she grins. God, she fucks with my head. Today, instead of wearing normal business attire for “work” as she makes me let her call it, she’s wearing yoga pants and a pink Nike T-shirt. She’s also donning thick pink socks and no shoes. After our shower this morning, she’d let her hair dry wild around her. Every time I glance over at her, I get sucked up into the beautiful vacuum that is her. It’s nearly impossible to look away from her or focus on one single thing.

  “You’re so serious when you work.” She waves her hand, gesturing at my outfit. “Don’t you own anything besides black suits and white shirts?”

  I roll my eyes. “Well, you’re a big slacker. Your smartass is supposed to be helping me find why my company’s profits have gone down and continue to despite the increase in clientele. I should fire you already.”

  She sticks her tongue out at me which in turn stirs my dick. “You aren’t even paying me for this—you’re paying me to suck your dick. And I’m hungry. When do we take a break?”

  Laughing while I adjust my hardened cock, I ignore her and attempt to figure out the data in the accounting program. I’ve been shooting Jamal and Glenna questions left and right over the past couple of months. Every clue seems to be explained away by one of them. It’s pissing me off.

  “Household Staff Wages. What’s in that account?” Her voice is once again serious and I flick my gaze over to her.

  “It’s where Dubois, Cartier, and Christine’s income comes from. There’s nothing there. We need to be looking for any unusual account names that stand out. Anything that might be paid to an overseas account. Shit like that. My money’s been going somewhere and I’m going to find out where.”

  She frowns. “May I see the bank statement for this account?”

  “No. If you’re just trying to be nosy to piss off Dubois, then it isn’t going to work. Move on, Bunny.”

  Her eyes widen and she seems hurt. My chest does that stupid shit where it aches again. Fucking hell.

  “Dammit, I’m sorry.” Fine, I’ll indulge my little toy. “Come sit in my lap, baby.” I flash her a wolfish grin and she huffs.

  “I’m not stupid, Br—sir. Go on, cop a feel while I peruse the account. I’ll figure out what’s going on.”

  I chuckle and log onto the accounts online. She sits on the edge of my knees and starts clicking through each line, opening up each transaction. Her ass is warm and I want to fuck her over my desk. This morning, I fucked her against the wall of my shower and it wasn’t enough to satisfy me. I need her again.

  Slipping my hands around to her front, I pinch her hardened nipples through her T-shirt. She may have won on her outfit choice, but I threw the “master” card down and demanded no undergarments. My toy put up absolutely no fight and granted me my wish.

  “You should pay Christine more,” she complains aloud.

  I grunt. My housemaid makes more than any maid on the West coast. “Stop being nosy.”

  She wiggles her ass and continues her clicking. I slide a finger between her legs and massage her sweet pussy. Her moans are sexy as fuck and soon she’s shouting.

  “That’s it! That’s it!”

  I expect her to shudder or display some other indication of her orgasm but she’s pointing to the computer screen instead. Stopping my movements, I lean around her and stare at it.

  “Two grand. Bid deal. The staff is able to use this account to purchase shit for the house.”

  She’s already arguing. “Right, I see lots of those and they’re pretty consistent. What’s also consistent is the daily two thousand dollar withdrawals. Every day, Brax. What do they buy for two thousand dollars a day for the past several months? Who has access to this account?”

  My mind spins with her words. Cart, Christine, and Dubois all have debit cards from this account that is set up like a business account and they draw from it but this money has been taken out in person. And she’s right, it happens often. Daily in fact. There was even one this morning.

  “I know Cartier and Christine would never do this. But Dubois? He’s questionable.” She muses aloud.

  But she’s wrong. He’s not a signer on the account, just carries a card like the other two. I’m a signer. And so was Trevor.

  “Shit!” I told Jamal to get him off of everything but clearly we forgot one. I didn’t even think about this account.

  She points to the screen. “See, the deposits come from checks written from all over your variety of accounts and businesses up until recently. Now it’s just withdrawals
. Whoever did this was trying to hide it by doing small amounts. What are you going to do?”

  I run my fingers through my hair and growl. “I’m going to kill him.”

  “Dubois?”

  “Jesus, no, Bunny. Trevor. The fucker thought he was so damn smart.”

  She turns in my arms and throws an angry glare my way. “I thought he was dead. You told me you killed him.”

  Scowling, I shake my head. “I lied.”

  A choked sound comes from her and she scrambles out of my lap, heading for the door. I should go after her and apologize. But right now I need to do some damage control.

  “Send Dubois in here,” I call after her. “And go put on something presentable.” I don’t want to hurt her anymore but the damage is done. She’s pissed. May as well get her to put on something sexy while I’m barking out orders.

  She’s already wearing something sexy. Anything she wears is sexy.

  I ignore that thought and watch her fine ass jiggle all the way out the door.

  All I get is a Fuck you, Braxton along the way before my office door slams shut behind her.

  Later, Bunny. I’ll make it up to you with my mouth.

  “The secret is you soak the chicken strips overnight in buttermilk first before you batter the pieces. If you pick up the stuff, I’ll make it one night,” I tell Christine.

  She smiles and the corners of her eyes crinkle. The woman has to be close to sixty and she reminds me exactly of my mother. My poor mother was a casualty in my life. I miss her.

  “You look nice, Jessica,” she tells me when the timer goes off.

  I’m perched at the bar and have been watching her cook. She flits around the kitchen as if she were born to do so. I could watch and chat with her for hours. Just like Mom and I used to do.

  “Thanks, Christine. At least someone in this house thinks so,” I say with a groan. My eyes travel over something “more presentable” and I sigh. I’d donned a pair of dark skinny jeans, an off the shoulder pale pink cashmere sweater Cartier had purchased, and a pair of ballet flats. After Brax was an asshole this morning, I bothered Cart enough to where he finally broke down and spent a couple hours fixing me up.