Entering the room, he places me down on my feet, and I look up at him.
“On the bench. Hands and knees. It’s leather, so you shouldn’t have any trouble.” I nod my head and do as he says. My knees are cushioned by the black leather.
I don’t have any time to readjust myself because the second I get into position, his hand smacks my bare skin. I close my eyes, clamp my teeth together, and grab the leather as tightly as possible.
Kenzo doesn’t say anything as he walks over to the wall. Grabbing a stick, he swishes it in the air and smacks it against the top of my thigh at the back.
I squeal, but I don’t get the chance to express how I’m feeling because he whips the bottoms of my feet, one after the other.
I cry out and try to rub the soreness when I feel it snap across all of my fingers. How could he do this to me? Tears fall down my face as I cry out. Stinging radiates from my ass cheeks.
It feels as if the stick has sliced straight through the silk of the shorts. He picks me up and walks me over to the bed, laying me down followed by himself and a bottle of lotion.
He leaves the bottle where it is and flips me over onto my back, laying himself down on top of my body. I feel the weight of him push me farther down into the mattress.
With his body between my legs, he moves his hand along my thigh, using circling motions as I stare up into his eyes wondering what the fuck he’s actually doing.
Smashing his lips on mine, he grabs my hands and holds them with one hand above my head. He keeps them firmly in place as he grinds his body against mine.
His length starts to become stiff, and a growl escapes his throat as he deepens the kiss. I want to tell him to get off because my skin is burning. Especially on my feet.
Popping the lid off the lotion, he squirts it on his other hand and rubs it on the back of my thigh, my ass underneath my shorts, and my fingers.
Kissing down my neck, he nibbles and twirls his tongue, making me gasp.
“Keep your hands there,” he says breathlessly and moves down, pushing the silk top I have on up to show my breasts.
Reaching my left nipple, he rubs it between two fingers, tugging it, and my back arches up in satisfaction. He smells sweet, and his deep growls are making my stomach tighten into knots.
He kneels on the bed and rubs the lotion on the bottom of each foot before sliding his body up against mine.
Grinding against me harder, he takes my lip into his mouth and tugs at it with his teeth until he gets bored and attacks my ear and neck instead.
A cold shiver slowly creeps up my back as sweat forms in its place, leaving me in my own magical world. He sucks on my neck, giving me a love bite, followed by another and another.
I must have six of them, but Kenzo doesn’t care. If that’s what he wants, then that’s what he gets. Plus, he’s still angry with me for going back to my parents, making him have to come and get me.
“You like that, huh?” he asks me, standing up. I sit up, and he moves my hair to my right shoulder before guiding it up and placing a hair tie around it.
Seconds later, he guides me to sit up straighter and grabs my hair, pulling at it, creating tingles of pain. Wetness covers my shorts, and I press my thighs together.
His phone rings, and he pulls back, brushing his fingers through his gorgeous, soft, shiny, black hair.
I can’t stand this phone. It fucking interrupts me. It always does. Is there any need for being a cock block?
Rolling my eyes and sighing, I reach inside my pocket and pull out my burner phone. Swiping it to the right, I speak. I’m irritated.
“What?” I snap.
“Rio is down,” Rex tells me, and I nod my head, understanding. This is not good news. My first question is who took him down. My second question is why.
“What do you mean Rio is down?” I shout and walk from wall to wall, aggravated.
“Sniper shot.” Moving my phone to my shoulder, I glance over at Rebecca who is currently sprawled out on the bed.
“A new set of clothes is in the drawers at the end of the bed there. You sleep in here with me now. Lie down, watch a film, and go to sleep. Remote is built into the bedside table beside you.”
I walk over to the door ready to exit, not that I want to. I still need to be there to do this aftercare bullshit. I still don’t get it. I inflict pain.
That doesn’t mean I want to undo all of my hard work by cuddling her. Still, I guess it has to be done, and we all have a job that we hate the most. Aftercare is mine.
“Where are you going?” she asks me, not that it has anything to do with her. Still, I’ll be nice and let her know that I have important shit that needs to be ironed out.
“Out. Business is calling.”
Opening the door and exiting, I close the door behind me before speaking.
“Code?”
“Two, four, seven, five, six, six, nine, nine, one, six, six, six, one, nine.”
“Silente Street in Perlin?” Rex confirms.
“Twenty. Meet you there.” I place the phone back in my suit pocket and travel down to my basement.
Scanning my finger on my security panel, I enter through the automatic sliding doors and slide the wall to the right. My guns sit neatly inside.
I pick up my shotgun, close the wall over, and exit the building. Today is going to be one interesting day.
I am stupid, so flipping stupid! If he had carried on, then I would have fallen for his charms again. He hurt me, and then he managed to make me depend on him. Why is he so flipping good at this?
My mind keeps bouncing from wanting to be close to him to telling me that I want to distance myself. Am I making the biggest mistake of my life?
The angel and devil inside my head are both fighting with each other, and neither of them is winning.
He felt warm and was touching me softly with his hands. The dominant cover was stripped away, and I felt as if I could see a heart in there. I may have it wrong, but he made me feel alive.
Yet I knew I was wrong about him having a heart when I looked into his eyes. There was nothing but darkness.
Still, I’m lying here with want and need, wetness running down my thighs, and my breathing has rapidly increased. I even grabbed some antiseptic cream and rubbed it on the marks.
Is that normal, or am I the only insane person who would do that? In my mind, I’m helping him when he’s busy. Oh, who cares?
He told me to stay in here tonight, but my head tells me to go to another room. Surely, it will be okay if I sleep somewhere else.
I will be on my own, and he can have a full bed to himself when he arrives back home later. I only want to switch rooms because I’m freezing.
He doesn’t have any heat on in here, and I cannot go and ask someone for help. I’m pretty sure I’m the only person inside his house. Standing up, I switch the lamps off and walk to my old bedroom.
Opening the door, I enter and jump onto the bed. Smiling, I slip underneath the covers. There’s nothing better than your own bed, and I fall asleep within minutes. Warm and cozy.
I hear a bang and startle awake when the door bangs off the wall. My eyes snap open, and my body freezes on the spot as he enters the room.
Calmly, he walks in, each step slow, reminding me of a lion eyeing up its prize as they get ready to circle their prey.
“Rebecca,” he says in a cool tone, standing tall in front of me. Kenzo was never like this when I was with him previously. He went to work for months, and I sat in the bedroom alone.
Now, I’m looking up at a completely different man. Is he a narcissist? Blinking up at him, I am confused. I’m sleeping in another room, why does that bother him?
“Sorry.” Dropping my head down, I avoid his intense glare as he walks to the door.
“We will talk about this first thing in the morning.” And with that, he closes the door. I’m in deep trouble. I sigh and close my eyes, throwing my head back against the headboard.
After waking the next day, I hop into the shower, brush my teeth, comb my brown hair, and throw a black dress on. I found the dress sitting at the end of the bed.
A knock at the door makes me smile as Margaret enters the room with her cleaning supplies.
“Good morning,” I say as she folds her arms standing in front of me, smiling.
“You need to go and see Kenzo, darling.”
I nod my head and leave the room to go and see Kenzo, who isn’t very happy with me right now. I’m in his bad books, that’s for sure.
I knock on his office door and then wait patiently for him to tell me to enter. After a minute, he shouts out, and I enter nervously, biting my lower lip.
“Stand.” Kenzo points, and I walk to stand opposite him with my arms down at my sides.
“Why have I told you to come here?”
“I don’t know,” I lie, shrugging my shoulders.
“You do know… lying is a punishable offense, Rebecca.” He stands up and raises his right eyebrow as he places his hands down on the desk in front of him.
I look up at him. I’m actually scared of how he will react.
“Now. Let’s try this again. Why are you in my office?”
“Because I slept in my old room and not yours,” I mumble, playing with my fingers.
“You know”—Kenzo taps his chin in thought—“I think it’s about time we go over one of the rules that I take seriously, Rebecca.”
“W-what is it?” I stutter nervously, raising my line of sight to look up at him.
“I only accept replies from those who show me respect. There is only one name, and that name is formal.”
“What is it?” I ask him, and he checks the time on his watch.
“Master, Rebecca. Learn it, drill it inside your head, and use it.” I nod my head.
“Now tell me why I’ve called you here, and do it the correct way,” Kenzo demands.
“Because I slept in another room when I should have been in yours, Master.”
“That’s better, but no. That room is ours, not mine.”
No? I’m confused now.
“Yes, Rebecca, you shouldn’t touch the cream, and you shouldn’t have told your friend about us. That was breaking the terms and conditions of the contract.”
Fuck! I don’t think because I’m so stupid…
“So. The punishments for your behavior this time.”
Walking around the desk to me, he pushes me down to my knees. Walking out of the door, he slams it behind him, and I kneel, waiting patiently for him to return. This is going to be a very long day.
