“That was very nice Evelyn,” Malcolm offered from the couch as he got up. Eve was completely beat. She worried he wanted a turn as well, but he instead produced a paddle. “But, me being left out of the party like that, well, I didn’t want to overwhelm you, but I do want something in return for my restraint. He motioned with the paddle and Henri and Gabriel grabbed pants and left the room. Eve heard cigars lighting in the next room and then some chatter on the balcony. She stared back at Malcolm and sat up. A black leather paddle was firmly held in his right hand, as he tapped his thigh with it. “These will help this situation greatly,” he produced a pair of leather cuffs from his pants pocket. He cuffed her hands in front of her and guided her back onto her knees. “I want you as they had you on your hands and knees.” He gave his first swift spanking. Eve was too shocked to know what to do. She looked around the room, as if it was going to offer up anything but its tasteful décor to help her out of this situation. Malcolm continued his paddling, and Eve was sure she had a very red bum by now. “I don’t play clean-up Evelyn, so I won’t fuck you now. But I’m staying the night. You’ll shower. And I will have you in the morning when I feel like it. I want you Evelyn, for mine. Henri may be your handler, but you belong to me now. I’ve taken an interest in you. And look what giving you your punishment for leaving me out did to me.” He uncuffed her, threw the paddle on the bed, and put her hand directly on his hard cock. “You’re a real woman, Evelyn, not these goddamn sluts. They bore me, and I don’t like being bored. I want to own you. I want you to want to be owned by me.” He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her roughly. She pulled away, surprised. Then she dove back into his arms and kissed him with everything she had inside of her that had been waiting to come out and be loved for years.
Malcolm sighed and ran his fingers through her hair. “You will fuck a lot of men, Evelyn. And you’ll enjoy it. I’ll fuck a lot of women, and I’ll enjoy it, but we, Evelyn, we have a connection. We’re educated, we’re worldly, and we’re not like these other types… just to be used up. I have such big plans for you and for us, but I think we need to get some sleep. There’s just one more day until you leave after all,” he let out a little sound of exasperation. “I hate to send you away.”
“Then don’t,” Eve cuddled up next to him and put his hand on her throat.
He gave her throat a squeeze, and she felt a deep pleasure at the level of control he was already exercising over her. “Take a shower, Eve. Join us for some drinks in the dining room. We have a late dinner planned.” He abruptly exited the room, and Eve immediately felt lost without his presence. He had her wrapped up so totally she forgot herself. She took yet another shower, and joined the men refreshed, as if fucking two guys and then Malcolm’s professions of undying desire were all just a normal Monday night.
“To Evelyn,” Malcolm held up his glass, “we wish her many safe returns.” Henri and Gabriel reciprocated. Eve gave a sincere nod towards Malcolm and they devoured their meal. As cigars were re-lit on the balcony, Eve returned to the TV room and flipped on the television craving something from the real world because it all felt like a dream to her.
“No bodies have been found in the tragic, alleged murders of artist Matt Chapman and his art agent Evelyn Deuchar. Police are investigating the scene and have recovered enough evidence to confirm that an event causing extraordinary blood loss to two different people did occur at Mr. Chapman’s loft this afternoon in Washington, D.C.” Eve felt like she had been shot. Her heart skipped a beat and then murmured its displeasure. She charged out of the room and onto the balcony.
“What happened to Matt? Is he okay?”
“Him? Well, he wasn’t fitting in with my plans, so he’s been retired.” Malcolm turned around to face Henri and Gabriel and continue with his conversation.
“Retired as in to a nice private island with some more supermodel skanks, or—”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes, yes I think I deserve to know.”
“I had him eliminated. Permanently.”
“Oh my God... my God! How could you? He was your friend! Who are you people?” Her tears started to flow before she could try to stop them.
“We’re your new family Evelyn. Now go back inside.” He swiftly pivoted back to his conversation. They took out one of their own, just like that. Henri and Gabriel didn’t even blink. Malcolm was dangerous. Seductive and dangerous. Could she become his ultimate dream woman and still maintain control of herself and her life? Did she want to?
She shut herself inside the bathroom. What kind of person was she becoming? She could feel her attraction to Malcolm. It had lodged itself deep in her innermost secret desires. She had no plan of letting go. She wanted what he was too badly. It was more an addiction than an attraction… an Alpha Male addiction. She was scared, but she wanted more. She wanted him completely. She wanted them both on top of this world order, and him wanting her, using her body… all she had to do was stay alive.
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