I kept my gaze between her thighs as I moved the vibrator to her entrance but I could feel her eyes on me the entire time.
It sunk in slowly as I made sure not to touch her flesh in any way with my own and she gasped, her toes curling against the sheets, knuckles blanching as she gripped the bed frame as hard as she could and fought with everything she had to stay still.
As I pushed it into her, the curved end slipped into the perfect position against her clit and I withdrew my hand a moment before I would have felt her wetness for myself. It was near to painful to deny myself like that, but the moan that escaped her as I shifted back made it worth it.
"I need to make a phone call," I said to her as I moved off of the bed and took my place in the armchair where I had a perfect view of her. "And you're going to have to stay silent for it."
"What?" she gasped as I pulled the remote from the bag and set the vibrator to a deep, pulsing rhythm and she instantly cried out.
I switched it off again and raised an eyebrow at her. "Remember what I said to you about owning power by withholding something that someone else desperately needs? Well I’m holding the power over your orgasm to teach you the meaning of that sentiment. And I’ll either reward you with it or withhold it from you as I please.”
Her lips parted as I chose a different rhythm for the vibrator, setting it to a constant buzz and licking my lips as she bucked her hips, moaning again.
When I switched it off this time, her fingers began to uncurl from the headboard and I growled at her. "If you take your hand off of those bars, the game is over. If you make a noise during my phone call, it's over. And to punish you, I’ll tie your hands at your back for the rest of the day and night so that you can't even pleasure yourself to finish what I'm starting. Got it?"
"Saint, I don't know if I can-"
I turned the vibrator on again, selecting a rhythm that started out on a gentle buzz and then slowly grew in intensity before dropping off and building again.
Tatum moaned as she writhed on the bed and I gave her a moment to get control of herself as I dialled my father.
She sucked in a breath, biting down on her bottom lip as she fought to stop the noises she was making and a smile tugged at the corner of my lips as she gave in to my game.
"Saint," Father greeted curtly, and I pressed the button for the speakerphone, laying my cell phone down on the arm of my chair.
Tatum's wide eyes fell on it as she realised that meant he'd hear her if she lost control and I smirked at her as I upped the intensity on the vibrator so that her knuckles turned white against the bedposts and she gasped loudly.
"Father. I have come into possession of something that you need to see,” I said casually, my voice completely controlled.
"Give me a moment to secure the line,” he said.
The sound of bland hold music filled the room and I toyed with the functions on the vibrator remote so that it took up a hard pulsing which vibrated loudly enough for me to hear and Tatum gasped as she writhed uncontrollably on the bed.
"One scream before he comes back on the line," I allowed and Tatum cried out as she pressed her thighs together like she was trying to dampen the feeling taking over her body.
"Good girl. Now keep your legs open, stay quiet and don't come,” I commanded, knowing full well my father would be back on the line at any moment and she whimpered as she fought to control herself again.
Tatum's lips parted on a protest to that just as the bland music cut off and my father's voice silenced her.
"Go ahead,” he said as Tatum panted through the violent vibrations I was exposing her pussy to.
I took pity on her and lowered the settings to a deep thrum as I forced myself to concentrate on the conversation.
"I have come into possession of Donovan Rivers' research notes," I said, not bothering with any bullshit. "After giving them some analysis, I believe there may be what is required here to develop a vaccine to the Hades Virus. He was certainly on the right track anyway."
A beat of three seconds was the only indication that I would get to say that my father was taken off guard by that and his voice came back following it without a speck of surprise lacing it. He'd trained me well in that much at least.
"Very well, forward it on to me and I'll have it analysed. Do you wish to tell me how you came into possession of it?"
"His daughter belongs to me," I said simply and the moment Tatum cut me an angry look, I upped the power on the vibrations wracking her body so that she gasped and cursed me beneath her breath. "She does everything I say."
"Good. I'll let you know once I have a vaccine for you. Is your new headmaster performing as required?" Father asked conversationally but I knew it was nothing of the sort. He didn't waste time on small talk.
"Yes. Monroe is fitting in quite well," I assured him.
"Well, update me if there's anything else I need to know. I look forward to your email. And make sure you stay safe." To someone else that might have sounded like a touching sentiment from a father to his son, but I knew it was more of a command designed to ensure his heir remained alive and kicking no matter what. We couldn't let the Memphis name die out after all.
"Of course."
The line went dead and Tatum instantly released a moan as she bucked against the bed, a bead of sweat rolling down between her breasts and making me ache to lick it off.
"Please Saint," she panted. "I'm so close."
"Are you now?" I asked in a low tone as I upped the intensity. "Then maybe you should be begging more."
She cried out, her body trembling as her orgasm drew near and I changed the settings to hold it off again.
"I hate you sometimes," she panted, and a dark smile captured my lips as I watched her brought to ruin for me.
"Only sometimes? Then perhaps I'm not trying hard enough. Beg, Tatum and I might give you what you want."
I began changing the settings one after another as she begged and cursed and pleaded, but her hands never once left the bars on the headboard and the more I worked her up, the harder my cock strained with the desire to fill her up and feel every squeeze of that tight pussy for myself.
Her begging turned to pleading, her blue eyes finding mine and locking on them as she moaned and panted.
"What is this, Saint?" she begged, forcing the words out around the dam of need I was building up in her body. "Do you want me too? Or is it just about the control?"
I considered not answering her, but as her gaze slid to the obvious bulge in my pants, that seemed a bit pointless.
"I want to own every single inch of you, Tatum. I want you like I’ve never wanted any other woman. I want to ravish and destroy you and conquer your body in the most brutal way I can. But I won't break the rules, not ever."
She cried out as I upped the vibrations again for the final time, wanting to watch her come for me as the ache in my body moved beyond desire to something almost too unbearable to deny.
"So don't break them," she gasped. "Just come with me. I want to see you, too."
My jaw clenched at the command even as my cock twitched with pleasure at the mere idea of it. But as I thought on it with her perfect body writhing beneath me, I knew I'd be finishing myself off in the bathroom the moment this was done anyway. And it hadn't actually been a command. She'd been begging me to do it and that was exactly what I'd wanted her doing.
I slowly rose to my feet so that I could stand over her, looking down at the complete and utter perfection of her as she came apart beneath me.
I transferred the remote into the fingers of my bad arm and kept my gaze locked on hers as I pushed my hand into my sweatpants and drew my cock out, fisting it in my hand.
Tatum's eyes widened as they fell on it, her tongue wetting her lips as she bucked on the bed and moaned for me again, seeming even more turned on by the sight of me getting off on this too.
I groaned as I began pumping my cock in just the way I liked, rubbing the moisture from the tip over the head and str
oking my hand up and down the full length of my shaft.
"Saint," Tatum gasped again and I was so turned on that I knew it wouldn't take much for me to be coming for her. I upped my pace, pumping myself as I stood over her and giving in to an inch of the all consuming desire I'd held for this girl since the moment I'd first laid eyes on her.
She cried out as her orgasm ripped through her body, her spine arching and the most delicious incarnation of my name spilling from those sinful lips of hers.
Pleasure tore through me and I came hard, my hot cum spilling over her tits where they were close to bursting out of that white bra. A curse of relief and frustration spilled from me as I tried to catch my breath and I switched the vibrator off, dropping the remote to the bed beside her.
"You can let go of the headboard now," I grunted as I looked her over, the sight of my cum on her body making me ache as it marked her out as mine and my cock was practically hard for her again already.
Tatum moaned in a lusty way as she reached down to tug the vibrator out from between her thighs. Her hands began trailing over her body, one teasing her clit as she bathed in the afterglow of what I'd done to her and the other running over her perfect tits, sliding across the cum I'd left on her flesh and smearing it over her nipple as she tugged it free of the material.
For several seconds which dragged on for far too long, I was enraptured by her, aching to grab hold of her and claim her properly, fuck her until she was screaming so loud that she lost her voice. She was temptation personified, this beautiful, alluring, sinful creature designed to command my attention in a way I’d never experienced before.
I took a step closer to her before even realising what I was doing and something in me snapped as she almost made me lose control.
"Stop that," I growled. "Get out of my bed and get yourself cleaned up. You need a shower and your hair is due a wash. Then I want you to put on the black dress which I hung ready for you in the closet and cook dinner for everyone."
Tatum’s lips popped open as she fell still at my tone but I didn’t care if I’d hurt her precious feelings. If she tempted me into breaking the rules for her then she would find out exactly how much of a monster I could be and I didn’t want to unleash that on her.
I turned away from her and shoved my cock back into my sweatpants as I stalked straight for the stairs.
"Where are you going?" she called after me and I snarled angrily as I headed on down them.
"Out for a run," I snapped.
"Saint you can't! Your ribs will-"
"Do not ever presume to take control of me!" I roared at her as I lost it completely. "You don't tell me what to do and you don't get to make decisions for me!"
I stormed away from the shock and hurt in her big blue eyes, kicking on a pair of sneakers by the front door and trying not to freak out over the lack of socks as I ripped the door open. Even that was enough to send pain searing through my ribs but I didn't care and as I stepped out into the cold, I slammed it as hard as I could.
I'd just allowed her to change the course of my actions. I'd never intended to get myself off with her there. I didn't care how good it had felt or how fucking perfect she'd looked beneath me like that. It wasn't what I'd been planning and if I'd allowed my control to slip like that once then who was to say what would be next?
Would I be eating food with my hands like a savage, wearing pink and red at once, getting up at six thirteen? The whole fucking world would burn at my hands before I'd allow it to come to that.
I started jogging up the path that circled the lake, ignoring the immediate blaze of pain which burned through my ribs. But fuck that. I wasn't going to let some fucking bones tell me what I could or couldn't do with my own body. I went for a run around the lake every other day before I was hit by that fucking car and I was done letting that or anything else dictate to me how I had to live my life.
No, broken ribs wouldn't stop me running even if I was half dead by the time I made it back to The Temple. And Tatum Rivers wouldn't take command of my cock even if she was the most irresistible creature I'd ever seen.
S aint took a morning walk in the winter sun in place of his workout while I accompanied him on it, silence ringing between us. He was still pissed at me and had me come along in nothing but my nightdress and sneakers and I swear my nipples could cut glass right now. Since he’d gone running yesterday and half killed himself, he hadn’t spoken a word about it or the way we’d come apart for each other before it either. He had been twitching angrily ever since though, barking orders at all of us while he fought not to collapse from the pain he’d put himself through. Kyan had slipped a sedative in his coffee eventually and he’d passed out in his room for the rest of the day. Blake had told me if I lectured him, he’d start running daily marathons, so I bit my tongue and was glad when he didn’t insist on doing it again this morning. But this nightdress stunt was nothing short of childish and I was done with his mood. He needed to get over it.
“Have you made any progress on Mortez’s phone?” I asked him, figuring that was pretty neutral ground to break the silence between us.
He glanced at me with narrowed eyes and I gave him an innocent look, fluttering my lashes a little to sweeten him up.
He turned his head away stiffly. “I have one final attempt at entering a passcode. I have tried the most common ones now I am left in a dilemma as I have one final try but two final common passcodes to attempt.”
"What if he used something more personal?" I asked with a sigh.
"Then I will be unable to break it. So we must hope that he was not CIA and that his simpleton mind would have lead him to using one of the common passcodes that countless sheeple use in this world on their own phones."
"Sheeple?" I questioned with a snort and his mouth twitched at the corner before he quickly schooled his expression back to a cold wall.
"People who are sheep, blindly walking through life doing as everyone else does," he explained and I laughed. "Knowing your upbringing, your father would have taught you the value of having a random passcode, am I correct?"
"Yeah," I said, bemused.
"Kyan uses one two three four entirely to irritate me, but whenever I get my hands on his phone, I change it and write it in invisible ink on his forehead while he's sleeping. He bought a UV light to ensure he can always find it before it's washed off in the shower."
I smiled at him, knowing that was his way of showing how much he cared about Kyan, protecting his private information. It may as well have been a candle lit dinner and a proposal for how much that meant coming from Saint Memphis.
We arrived back at The Temple and Saint walked away to take his shower while I headed into the kitchenette to make breakfast. By the time everyone sat down, I was anxious to see Saint attempt the final passcode.
"Don't keep us in suspense any longer," Monroe growled, having been badgering Saint to try his decided code all through breakfast. I had a feeling Saint enjoyed holding that power over everyone as he made us all wait. But I was getting pretty sick of it myself.
"Saint," I said sharply and he pursed his lips slightly before reaching into his pocket and taking out Mortez's phone.
Silence fell over us all as we waited for him to try the code.
"Which ones did you decide on trying?" I asked.
"Four four four four, or two two two two," Saint said thoughtfully. "Was Mortez a low numbers man with a flare for the easily reachable four? Or did he extend his thumb enough to hit the two? He did have large hands...perhaps he could reach the two as easily as the four..." Saint frowned.
"Just fucking pick one," Monroe insisted.
"How about we flip a coin?" Blake offered.
Kyan reached across the table, snatching it from Saint's hand and tapping in his own choice.
"No!" Saint roared but Kyan grinned widely.
"Guess he liked those twos," Kyan said, tossing the phone back to Saint. "We're in."
"Oh my god." I got up from my seat, moving around to
look over Saint's shoulder and the other guys moved to do the same. Monroe stepped behind me, his hand resting against my back and the pine scent of him reached me. I soaked in the comfort of his closeness, holding my breath as Saint navigated his way to Mortez's messages.
"You're lucky Kyan, if you'd gotten us locked out I'd have had to punish you," Saint growled.
"If you really wanna spank me, Sainty, I'll go lay face down on your bed with my ass out, but don't blame me if I end up liking it," Kyan mocked.
"Don't tempt me," Saint muttered.
"Just show us the damn messages," Monroe said in frustration.
Saint opened them up and flicked through the first couple, clearly passed between his men on the night of the attack as they all got into position. But there was nothing in them more meaningful than that.
The only other messages he'd shared was with someone with the code name 52 and my gut clenched as he scrolled through them.
52:
Have you locked down the target?
Mortez:
We're following his daughter now, boss
52:
Call me when it's done.
52:
Where are you?
52:
Check in.
52:
If you have let me down on this Mortez, I will be revoking your privileges at Royaume D’élite.
"What do you think would happen if we replied pretending to be Mortez? Reckon this asshole will fall for it?" Blake suggested and I nodded in encouragement.
"Can't be worse than doing nothing," I said thoughtfully while Saint drummed his fingers on the table, clearly weighing up the pros and cons.
“What are you thinking?” I asked him.
“I am trying to work out the relevance of their code name ‘52’,” Saint said thoughtfully. “There are fifty two weeks in a year…it’s the code number for direct dial calls to Mexico…or there are fifty two cards in a deck – not counting jokers of course-”
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