DON’S POV I glanced at her exposed wet core and back at my laptop. I frowned at the message on my screen. “You fucking bastard. You lied to me about her death. Isn’t this Lucia?” The text read. A photo of Selene was attached to it. Lucia died alright. I made sure of it. She died by my hand and I personally buried her. She was the only woman I ever loved and bore a striking resemblance to Selene. Which was the exact reason I’ve been holding back from fucking her. I intended to break her, but doing that might hurt me as well. Lucia was the love of my life. I trusted her and she betrayed my trust not just by sleeping with my rival, but also plotting to take my life. I killed her and the rival Don the minute I found them entangled in bed. That was five years ago. “Thar isn’t Lucia,” I texted back. “I gave Lucia to you even though I loved her and you killed her. I’m keeping this one for myself,” the response. “Touch her and you’re dead,” I replied. I shut the l
SELENE’S POV After that wild session with the Don, his driver took me home. He didn’t have sex with me because he said I couldn’t handle it yet. He sent the deposit for my brother’s surgery though. And I couldn’t be more glad. The only problem was that I craved him even more. And I didn’t even know his name. I should feel ashamed but I didn’t. There was no denying how badly I wanted him. I couldn’t stop thinking of how his cock would feel inside me. I moaned at the thought and pressed my legs together. He told me I wasn’t permitted to touch myself. It felt like torture. I was needy and desperate for anything, even punishment. I got a text message from him. He asked me if I was thinking about him. I responded yes immediately. He read the message but didn’t reply until an hour later. “Send proof.” I took my clothes off and took a picture of slick running down my thighs. I pressed send and he responded immediately by hearting the message. My heart clenched. I sent him a
SELENE’S POV He watched me for a while, his arms folded, and his gaze heavy. I could feel it move down my body and settle between my legs where I was aching and open and waiting. He unchained my legs, then my hands before binding my wrists together with a rope. I shivered with delicious anticipation. He sat on the couch. “Kneel.” I went on my knees in front of him “You know what to do.” I undid the belt and freed his already hard cock. My mouth went dry at the size. “Don’t be scared now. Suck,” he said. “Yes, Don,” I said. I licked the tip, taking my time to get it wet before wrapping my lips around it. He hissed. “Good. Don’t break eye contact, Selene.” I moved my mouth down his cock but I couldn’t even go halfway and it had already hit the back of my throat. I pulled back, my lip slick, and took a breath before going down again, slower this time. My jaw ached already and my wrists twisted in the rope as I tried to steady myself.His hand slid into my hair and ti
WARNING: This episode might be uncomfortable or too sensitive for some readers. SELENE’S POV He led me to a room inside his room. He left me overnight and I didn’t even bother to snoop around. Even if I did, I still wouldn’t be able to guess this. He keyed in the code and the door clicked open. The room was red and had a lot of leather. The walls were padded, the lighting was low and focused. There was a wide bench at the center, a St. Andrew’s cross against the far wall, and drawers lined with restraints, collars, cuffs, and tools I didn’t have names for. He walked in without a word and waited for me to follow. I stepped in and heard the door shut behind me. He didn’t lock it, but I wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse. He went to a drawer and pulled out a collar. It was black leather and simple. “Don’t worry. I don’t use one toy more than once, okay?” I nodded. “Use your words, Selene.” “Yes, Don.”His fingers brushed my face and his thumb rubbed my lower lip b
SELENE’S POV The housekeeper let me in without saying a word. She was middle-aged, quiet, and calm. She showed me to a room upstairs and didn’t ask who I was or why I was here. The room was cold and spotless, the kind of luxury I’d only ever seen in movies. “Don said you should wait here,” the housekeeper said, then left, shutting the door behind her. I stripped out of the dress and heels, folded them neatly, and climbed into the bed. I didn’t cover myself. I lay back, naked, tense, and waiting. I watched videos on videos on my phone for minutes. Then hours. The longer I waited, the more my thoughts spiraled. I replayed everything that happened over dinner: his hands on me, the remote in the restaurant, the things he’d said. I shifted on the bed, aching for something, anything, but he didn’t come. At first, I thought he was testing me. Seeing how long I could wait. But by midnight, I wasn’t sure. I heard voices downstairs. They were muffled at first, then clearer. A woman’s v
SELENE’S POV After I left, I realized I didn’t ask for his name. I woke up the next morning before my alarm and opened the parcel his assistant had dropped off at my door sometime during the night. The dress inside was sleek, tight, and red. So red it looked wet. It wasn’t labeled, but it felt expensive. The shoes were Louboutin red. The tag confirmed what I already suspected, they cost more than my entire tuition. I tried to eat something, but my stomach turned at the thought of food. By 7:15 PM, I was already dressed and pacing the apartment. At 7:30, a black SUV pulled up outside my building. By 7:45, I was in the elevator again, alone, watching the numbers climb. 8:00 PM exactly. The doors opened, and I stepped into the same cold lobby. But this time, I didn’t have to buzz. The door was already open. He stood waiting near the floor-to-ceiling windows, dressed in a fitted suit and black shirt again, only this time, no cigar. Just a glass of something dark in his hand. “Y