The Invitation

He rolled onto his back, breathless and spent.

“Are you ready to pick a new player?” I asked, licking his come from my hand before I placed a come-covered fingertip to his lips.

“Yes.” Preston’s blue eyes brimmed with anticipation as he sucked my finger into his mouth, then released it with a pop. “As much as I like your dick, I miss having a pussy wrapped around my cock.”

“I want to try something a little different with the next game,” I said.

Lacey’s contract had been vague enough that it should have scared her, it should have made her think twice, but still, she signed her name. And while that night had been well worth the money I awarded her, I knew Preston and I could do so much more. So much better.

After all, one-hundred thousand dollars was hardly anything, really.

“Care to share with the class?” he said.

“What if we made rules?”

“What kind of rules?” His lips quirked. “Will they only be allowed to call you master?”

Oh, playful Preston. “They can ask no questions. I want their complete submission. And there will be no safe words.”

A flicker of a smile shaped Preston’s lips as he adjusted himself on the pillow. “Even for a hundred grand, I can’t see many girls agreeing to that, Tobias. Only the truly desperate.”

“Maybe that’s who I want—the truly desperate. After all, money isn’t a luxury for most, Preston. It’s a necessity. And everyone barters something for it, be it their time or their innocence or their sanity. And I’m offering to pay someone far more than they’ll ever make in the real world.” Like Leah. She’d been more than willing to do whatever I asked her for that money. And I’d basically owned her for four months before Preston’s dark harbinger took her away. If I only asked seven days of someone… I had a feeling there was very little they wouldn’t do.

“A sacrificial lamb,” he said.

“Oh no, not a sacrifice, Preston. A player in a game we control.” Sunlight streamed in through the window, dancing across Preston’s beautiful face. It was a face anyone would believe to be honest, the perfect mask for the sadistic creature underneath. “Do you have any idea what someone would do for a million dollars?”

Because I did. That was the exact amount I had paid Leah, but I couldn’t confess that to Preston. He had no idea she was a part of his life I had played puppet master to.

“You’d pay a million dollars just to fuck and play with someone?” A slow smile worked over his lips. I could see the dark cogs of his mind turning. He saw the possibilities. I knew he did.

“Only if they played the game and won…”

“So if we make it impossible to win…” His teeth raked his lip as a flicker of depravity ignited in his eyes.

“Exactly. There would be no limits to what you and I could do.” I gripped his dick, then scooted down the bed to straddle his thighs. “Especially if we found a woman as dark and depraved as us. Think of the possibilities.”

I leaned over and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth.

Groaning, his hands went to my hair. I thought of everything we would do, of all the spiderwebs we would weave, all the souls we would trap. Of all the moral compasses we would shatter… “We could have them do awful things.” I swallowed him back again until he hit the back of my throat. “Questionable things.”

“That’s a tame way of putting it.” He laughed, then groaned.

“We could blur the lines of morality until they no longer knew right from wrong.” I licked over his tip, gently raking my teeth over his swollen head before taking him all the way back again. “You could come in a tight pussy while I come in your ass.” I slipped two fingers into his hole, massaging the bulge of his prostrate until a string of grunts and groans traveled up his throat. “Because this ass is mine, Preston. No one else’s.”

His hold on my hair tightened as he guided me up and down his shaft. “Fuck. Tobias.”

A warm, salty explosion coated my tongue, and I swallowed it down with a satiated groan. “There is nothing to stop us, Preston. Nothing.” I leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his lips, letting him sample how sweet he tasted on my tongue. “All we have to do is find an unfortunate girl whose body and soul we want to own.”

Because if the rich would do things for money, there would be no limit to what the unfortunate would do.

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And now for the beginning…