Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Like nothing fazed him, he sat and pulled me onto his lap. He was cool and collected, but his eyes exuded no warmth whatsoever. I knew he would go to great lengths to avoid me sitting or kneeling on the floor like a slave and I loved him for it, but I’d have knelt on broken glass for Dario Ferrano without complaint.
They sat and talked like captains of industry for what felt like forever. Me on Dare’s lap, two slaves on the floor. He was on his third drink, maybe his fourth, when Mr. Chen brought up the topic of Cleo.
“I understand Cleo has been misbehaving,” Mr. Chen said.
A tiny, dark-skinned African slave named Naomi entered the room and got to her knees at Mr. Chen’s feet. He reached for and pulled down his zipper while he gestured toward himself and kept talking, touching her mouth with his pinky finger. We all knew his gestures. He wanted her to give him head and he wasn’t going to have to ask for it. Naomi moved in, knowing what Mr. Chen wanted.
Dare didn’t flinch visibly but I felt him tense ever so slightly under me.
“She’s acting like my wife’s still under her. She’s not taken Ruiz’s warnings, nor mine. I saw her skulking around, trying to intimidate my wife earlier, thinking I couldn’t see what she was doin’.”
“I’ve had a word and had Cleo sent to a punishment room. She’s there until you’ve made a decision about what’s to be done.”
“What are the options?” Dare asked, with interest, which surprised me, but I didn’t allow it to show.
Dare stroked my hair and touched his lips to my head. I snuggled in.
Naomi now had Mr. Chen’s cock deep in her mouth and her head was bobbing.
Dare’s eyes moved briefly down and then back up to Mr. Chen’s eye level. He gestured to the server to pour him another drink.
“Whatever you want. You can punish her yourself, order her punished, give your Felicia the green light to punish her. It’s up to you. Having Felicia do it might bring about the best results.
I felt myself jolt. I hadn’t meant to do that.
“Would you like that, my baby?” Dare murmured into my ear.
“Whatever pleases you, Master,” I whispered.
“We’ll see.”
“Less teeth, Naomi,” said Mr. Chen.
“Sorry, Sir,” Naomi said, demurely, as demurely as one could expect, considering she had his cock in her hand.
Dare cupped my chin and brought my mouth to his for a brief kiss.
“As a patron and even more so, as a partner, Cleo is yours to command, as are all the Kruna assets. Make use of any of the assets any way you please, Dario,” Mr. Chen’s head rolled back and he seemed to really be getting into what Naomi was doing.
He was more than partial to getting public blowjobs but that was just his primer in this room. He was a man of habit and whenever in the Townsend room, he would get a warm-up. I was concerned about the fact that this was how it’d started in here. This confirmed that it was what everyone, besides Dare, was here for. Play time. Would Dare be able to get us out before it got even more sordid?
Sometimes these guys would lay bets about who’d come first, offering rewards to slaves who either held them out the longest or who got them off the fastest. I’d been on my knees in this room while they tried to carry on meetings pretending as if they weren’t getting head. They never got tired of their games.
“I don’t know about you fellas but I’m in the mood for some visual candy,” Mr. Lucas said, getting to his feet and moving to the bar to fetch a cigar from the opened wooden box. “Cigar, anyone?”
He leaned in to the server and said something low and the server picked up the cordless phone behind the bar.
“Me,” Dare said.
I had to fight my reaction, which would’ve been to scrunch up my nose. He’d been fighting his addiction to smoking and while he’d stopped smoking when we were at his sister’s cabin, I knew that he was having to fight hard to keep those cravings at bay with all the stress we’d been under lately.
I knew he’d been stressed the last few weeks. I had the feeling he was even more stressed than he was allowing me to see.
I watched him light it, and ignored the urge to move away from the smoke. He looked at it as he blew out the smoke, as if he was impressed with the flavor.
The door opened and three more slaves entered, wearing lingerie. I knew all three of them. They did a fairly good job of masking their jealousy at seeing me, but I saw a spark of envy in at least the eyes of two of them at me on the lap of my master.