Kenzo Book 3

Book Three: Conflicting Minds

KENZO

“I believe that you are mine,” I growl, pulling her body into mine with my hands directly on her ass. This is my possession, mine to caress, whip, fuck, and destroy. Mine, nobody else’s.

If I were to catch another man with his hands on her, I would torture him for months because killing him would be the easy way out of it. No man touches what is mine; no explanation is needed.

I glance over at Trish, who stands next to the door. Now what should I do with her? She shouldn’t know about me and my life, but Rebecca has explained more to her than she should have.

In my opinion, she could be a great submissive for Rex, but I’m not going to drag her into my lifestyle yet. Yet is a big word when it comes to the organization and my life.

Standing above Rebecca, I narrow my eyes and guide her head up to face me.

“You should have listened to me, Rebecca,” I tell her sternly. She should have, there’s no question about that. She was a stupid bitch for doing that.

Those parents of hers would never go out of their way to help their precious daughter. Her father is more corrupt than me, and that’s saying something. I’m all sorts of fucked up.

Innocence, worry, and full submission show in her eyes. A tear is forming, and my cock stands up, fighting for me to release him. So fuckable and fragile under my touch.

I push her down to her knees by her shoulders, then tilt her head back to face me again. She’s wearing what I would call girly shit. Pink jeans with a pink top and a pink leather jacket.

I want to rip them off her body and dye them with black ink. Still, I’m restraining myself from doing that.

Circling her because she’s my prey, I watch her, making sure she keeps her eyes on me at all times.

“We are leaving. You’ve just earned yourself a whipping session on the black bench.”

Turning around, I swiftly nod to Rex who pulls out his phone and calls Leo who will be driving us back to the airport. I stare down at Rebecca with a wide grin covering my face. She’s all mine now.

This is the second time I’ve saved her ass. She owes me. I have lost thousands today because I’ve had to follow her here.

“What’s the black—” Rebecca tries to ask me. I shut her down.

“Quiet!” My voice slices through the air.

“Congratulations. You’re promoted, buttercup,” I tell Rebecca, pulling her to my side. I guide Rebecca out of her room, and Rex closes the door.

I walk her to the kitchen where her useless parents are relaxing with a cup of coffee in their hands. Rex takes Rebecca from me.

Picking up a clean cup, I make a cup of tea and sit down at the table next to them. They look at me with puzzled expressions on their faces.

They don’t say a word, so I decide to start a conversation with them. It’s not one they will enjoy, but I’m being polite. I am inside their house after all, and the least I can do is say hello.

“Rebecca will be with me. I want her birth certificate.” I lean my elbows down on the table, and her parents stare at me. Sarah speaks up.

“I won’t give that to you. How dare you enter my house, make yourself comfortable with a cup of tea, and demand for Rebecca’s birth certificate. That is a private document.”

“Do I look like I give a fuck?” I point at my face, and Sarah stands up, crossing her arms. I really don’t like her, if you want my honest opinion.

“You’re not getting it!” I expect for her to pipe up like this. Luckily, I’m a man who loves to improvise. Sarah is shouting. That’s not going to make a difference, love. Like mother, like daughter.

“I will take it, then. Simple,” I state calmly.

“No, you will not!” Sarah walks around the table, ready to threaten me. I stand up to tower above her and press my head against hers, turning mine to the side. “Shall we test that theory out, hmm?”

Carl grabs Sarah’s hand, and she looks over her shoulder. He shakes his head, and she backs away from me.

“Do what you want.” She rolls her eyes, and I step out of the way, pushing the chair back in against the table. Walking around to sit down, she sighs, and Carl tells me where Rebecca’s certificate is.

Rebecca stands next to Rex awkwardly, keeping her mouth shut. Good girl. Finally, she behaves.

“Come on, let’s go,” I tell Rex, walking down the hallway to collect her birth certificate. Rex stares at me, and Rebecca rubs the tops of her arms.

I take the certificate out of a cabinet inside a spare room, folding it up and pushing it inside my suit jacket pocket.

Walking down the stairs, I place my hand at the bottom of Rebecca’s back, pushing her forward. Escorting her out to the car, we walk behind Rex as he opens the car door.

I place my hand on Rebecca’s head to make sure she doesn’t whack it on the roof as she takes a seat. Sliding in next to her, I slam the door, and we drive off. Sarah and Carl are nowhere to be seen.

Finally arriving in Prentonville, I watch Rebecca as she glares out the window. We are in the VIP room and have been watching movies the entire flight back. Rebecca drank a full glass of champagne.

She did attempt to go for the bottle, but I placed it in my safe and locked it up so that she couldn’t get her hands on it.

Nice try, babe. You’re getting a good whipping session tonight, and I need you to be sober, not intoxicated.

“Rebecca.” I stand at the door, moving my finger, signaling for her to come to me. She does as I say and stands next to me like a lost puppy. I take her hand and drag her with me off my jet.

When we arrive back at the house, I tell Rebecca to get in a hot bath until I come up to help her dry off. I do hope she doesn’t have any problems because that bath is amazing.

It’s a jacuzzi bath that massages all of your muscles. She better not be use it for the incorrect reasons. If she is, then we will have strict words later.

REBECCA

Staring out the window, I watch lights switch on and off in the distance as I play with the bubbles in between my hands.

You can see the city in another country from this bathroom, and the view is magnificent.

Kenzo enters, helps me stand, and wraps a towel around my body before lifting me out of the tub. My face pales when the water drips all over the floor, and he assures me it’s not a problem.

Holding a pair of silk shorts, he helps me as I get into them. Black. This man loves the color black.

“Arms up.”

How can he stand in this boiling-hot bathroom wearing a suit? Surely, he should be dripping with sweat! The room has steamed up because the water is that hot.

I’m sweating. I wouldn’t mind, but I’m practically naked.

When I lift my arms above my head, he helps me put on the top, and the silk flows down my back and stomach comfortably.

Picking me up with both arms, cradling me, Kenzo carries me out of the bathroom to his bedroom.