Chapter 3

Strauss

A wet vacuum slurps on my shaft to awaken me and my nightmare ends. Leaving my mother's dead body for another night, a sigh heaves from my chest.

"Sorry, sir." Even her little voice irritates me.

Peeking an eye open, I catch her blinking rapidly with terror. "I don't want you, Yasmina. Not in the mornings. Why do I have to explain this?"

She needs to go back to blow job school. The smell of fresh bacon and the soft sound of high heels pushing into the plush carpet make me close my eyes tight. Relief edges the tension away from my shoulders.

An alto tone resonates through the room, lulling me into a trance. "Here, darling." Long fingernails gently push back the hair on my sweaty forehead. With a couple of sharp snaps, Dilan shoos Yasmina away to the other side of the bed.

Frowning, I furrow my eyebrows. "She can't do it how I like it."

Dilan slides between my legs and nods. "I know, darling. Let me take care of you and I'll have her watch. Ceylon, get down here, too."

The three women take positions around my hard dick, Dilan holding it at the base like a popsicle for the others. Licking the tip, the three stroke my crown repeatedly, their velvety tongues caressing each other's.

Occasionally, Yasmina and Ceylon latch lips around the head of my cock. They've been getting a little too chummy recently. When the two whimper around my cock, I swat Yasmina's bare ass with a loud slap. She jolts and breaks her kiss, her olive eyes darting to mine with another apology. Ceylon's thick lips give me a knowing smile around my shaft. She likes my punishments.

Dilan murmurs over my balls, "Girls, focus on your master."

I tuck my arms behind my head, nodding at my mistress, and she winks in return. Delving between my ass cheeks, she fucks my hole with her tongue the way she knows I love. Then she services my balls while Yasmina focuses on the shaft and Ceylon on my reddened head. As the three develop a rhythm, I know I'm close.

When I blow like a geyser, I give them their first meal of the day, the three moaning at the volcanic eruption of cum, swapping it tenderly with each other equally. Just the way I trained them.

Ceylon licks the rest off Yasmina's lips, then lays across my chest to cuddle with me for a moment, her reward for a job well done. Yasmina loves to please me, so she waits her turn, and I press my mouth to the top of her head. "Good girls." She gazes up at me with that innocent look she had when she first arrived at the house.

"Darling, your breakfast is ready. Let's move, girls."

"Never a hair out of place," I say to Dilan as she straightens her ruby velvet gown and runs a palm over the sides of her blonde hair. Fluffing up my pillows, I sit so she can bring me my food.

She allows the corners of her mouth to curl as she pulls my sheets up to my chest, then sets a tray across my lap and pours my juice. "Do you need anything else, darling?"

Pointing a finger at the door, I sigh. "I don't want those two in my bed tomorrow. Give me slaves five, six, and seven instead. They're ready for the proper show. Oh, and I think Yasmina will steal Ceylon's favorite collar before the next presentation, don't you?"

Dilan catches my meaning, narrowing one eye. "Yes, they have been a bit too close lately. I bet the collar will go missing right at the most inopportune time, only to be found among Yasmina's things. Want Ceylon to receive the dungeon for punishment or?—"

"No. She enjoys it too much. She'll stay up here tomorrow as my bedside table while I play with the other girls for fun."

Dilan smiles sweetly. "Yes, she does get jealous. I'll take care of everything." She places a tender kiss on my forehead and steps away.

"And…I think it's time for you to check on the Crimson Angel." Her eyes drop to the floor, but I encourage her. "It's been a few weeks."

It's a long time before she musters a response. "Of course, sir. You want me to see to the, uh, necessary arrangements?" The pain in her voice is palpable even though she tries to choose her words carefully.

"Yes, but Falcon will do the final steps."

She turns quickly, most likely so I can't read the rare emotion on her face. Her voice cracks out, "Yes, darling." Hurriedly, she flees the room.

Through the open door, Sev enters, looking gray as ever. With a smirk, he snorts a chuckled breath. "You should get out of the house."

I pick up a piece of bacon and chew it meticulously. My point must come across because he pulls up a chair, giving me a guilty look as he says, "Sir."

An orgasm replaced my momentary sadness, but now it returns. "You know that isn't possible."

Opening his palms, he shakes his head. "I meant the grounds. Keep to the field where it's safe. Maybe some sunshine would do you good."

"If only there was such a thing as safety. Now that Mr. Freidenberg has destroyed my loyal guards, I'll stay inside. Halcyon and Lark still patrol my lands." Taking a sip of the fresh orange juice, I go over in my mind for the hundredth time the perimeter to which I'm bound. It's like my despair. A cushion of constant comfort in a way. "It's not worth it. Not yet."

Sev's sunken cheeks become gaunter as he hangs his head for a moment. Seeing him upset makes me ravenous, so I enjoy the rest of my meal in peace as he tries to look anywhere else in the room. Eventually, he gathers some courage to open his mouth again.

"Speak," I command.

"Slyvious wants to ensure you're prepared with the plan."

Swallowing my last bite, I wipe the corners of my mouth with my napkin and push aside the tray. "Yes. I'm fully ready."

"And you'll not let me in on any of it?" He glances into my eyes as I stand. One of the door slaves hurries to my side with my silk robe, tossing it over my arms as my feet slide into matching slippers.

"Don't draw the bath now. But do set it up with my latest novel for this evening." I point her toward The Count of Monte Cristo on my nightstand. She keeps her eyes focused on the floor, then scurries back to her position behind the carved bedroom door. Clearing my throat, I lift my eyes to my loyal guard. "No. I won't."

The last time I spoke of my brilliant strategies to others was on my eighteenth birthday. A hard lesson, but one I shall never forget. Staring at the open doorway, the anger left over from last night's turmoil rages within me, and I clench my jaw at the memory of my father's back turning away from my utter destruction.

"He will pay."

"What? Sorry, sir?" Sev's voice brings me back to the present again, and I shake my head slightly.

"Nothing."

As I pass by to enter my ensuite, he stands in respect. "Sir, Wyatt Barrington is confirmed dead."

Pausing on the cool tiles, I tap on the door frame. "Good." One strategy worked, I suppose. It's a thankless job, but I feel an utter sense of pride. Falcon mentioned he even offed himself. Chuckling, I remember my joy when she told me. Brilliant, Vicenzo .

"And, sir, your bride is here. We placed her in the dungeons last night."

The smile falls from my face. A snake among the bulls. Blood of the ruin runs through her veins for now until I transfuse it with my seed.

"Yes. I suppose it's time to meet my new nemesis."