Devil's Toy (Fallen Dynasty 2)

“Keep dreaming,” I told him.

“Son?” His voice still had a hint of the commanding tone that used to snap me to attention.

“Yeah, dad?” I turned over my shoulder one last time, giving my father a long, inquisitive look.

Even though he was nearing fifty, he was still handsome, a real gentleman. He was charming as hell and knew precisely how to get his way. Perhaps he would finally offer a word of apology now, the first sign of us burying the hatchet.

“Send Sally-Mae back in,” he told me with an easy grin, undoing his zipper. “She hasn’t finished breakfast yet.”

I rolled my eyes and slammed the door behind me.

Some things never fucking change.

“Sally-Mae.” I motioned to the woman who was waiting sheepishly on the other side of the door. “Go earn your Christmas bonus…”

You can be his fucking consolation prize. I got the only one that matters.FourDevlin"Wake up, princess."

Her eyes opened slowly, eyelids fluttering open and closed. I was mesmerized by her thick black lashes. My fingertips ghosted over her skin, feeling the softness of her porcelain complexion.

"Master?" she whispered, and my cock jumped to attention at the sound of the name she'd used.

She was learning so fast, surprising me every day with just how eager she was to be my toy. Better watch it, Devlin, I reminded myself. Or you're going to fall head over heels. Stay in control.

"Hello, princess," I greeted her, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on her lips. "Sleep well?"

She responded to my kiss eagerly, pulling me down against her and making me laugh against her mouth.

"I have something for you," I told her. "I got you something very special. Get ready for me, Violet. Wear something pretty, we're going out."

She jumped to attention, a smile lighting up her face as she yawned and stretched. She looked like a cat. My eyes admired her form appreciatively. She was such a sexy little thing, and I couldn't get enough of her.

"Are you going to wait here?" she asked coyly, and I smirked at her.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before," I reminded her. "And after all, it's all mine now, isn't it, princess?"

"Yes," she whispered with the hint of a smile playing on her lips. I watched the blush creep over her décolletage, reveling in every moment of her embarrassment. I fucking loved it when she blushed for me. "It's all yours, Master."

"Show me what you're going to wear," I suggested. "I want to see."

She pulled out a couple of outfits and displayed them on the bed for me.

"What color do you want me to wear, Master?" she asked sweetly.

"Red. Your hair will look amazing with red."

"Okay,” She nodded and stared at her options.

Violet showed me three dresses, and I pointed to the middle one, a pretty sweetheart-neckline dress with a tighter bodice and long sleeves, and a pleated skirt.

"Wear your suede heels with it," I told her. "The tall ones."

She smiled at me and retrieved the shoes before furrowing her brows. "I'll be cold in just that..."

"Stockings," I ordered. "Black ones, with lace at the top."

I got up, walking over to her and pressing my lips to hers again. She was impossible to resist, and I relished the feeling of her pouty mouth against mine, drawing her in for a deeper kiss. She responded eagerly, her body matching mine with the need to be touched.

"Good girl," I muttered. "Meet me downstairs in fifteen minutes. A car will be waiting."

She nodded, and I left the room, so she could finish getting ready in peace. I made another quick call, then got in the driver's seat of my 2017 Cadillac CT6. Minutes later, Violet came down the stairs leading up to the Manor, grinning from ear to ear. She'd paired her pretty dress with a simple black cape. She looked good enough to eat.

She sat down in the passenger seat and smiled at me. "You're driving me yourself?"

"I thought I should," I shrugged, turning the car on. "I want it to be just the two of us tonight."

Violet fiddled with the music while I started driving. She picked some upbeat pop song and I rolled my eyes.

"What, you don't like it?" she pouted.

"You have the musical taste of a twelve-year-old," I told her.

"And you're as grumpy as a forty-year-old," she giggled.

"Watch it, young lady," I narrowed my eyes. "Otherwise your ass will be as red as that dress before the evening is over.”

She settled down, and I put my hand on her knee, parting her legs just enough to get a glimpse of her stockings and black lace panties.

“Do you like them?” She pulled the edge of her dress up until I got a better view.

"Fucking perfect," I muttered under my breath, making her blush.

She looked out the window while we drove, and soon enough, she seemed to recognize her surroundings.