After all, she knows I have a stranglehold over her father and his business.
As a matter of fact, that motherfucker still needs to pay for what he did.
I open my laptop and search my videos until I find the one from last night when I chained her to the bed and whipped her pussy. I can still hear her fucking moans in my ear, and it turns me on to see her like that, on her knees, pussy dripping wet.
I make a snapshot of that very moment and another one of her sucking my dick … and then I open my email service and type out a note.
It was my tenacity that brought her back to me, and her lust that brings her to her knees. Enjoy these pics of Charlotte. Maybe I’ll send you some more if you do anything stupid again. Hope your business isn’t failing too hard … I’ll be watching.
Easton
With a vicious smile forming on my lips, I hit the send button.
I wish I could see that motherfucker’s face fall off his skull the moment he sees those images.
Suddenly, Jill strolls into my study with a drink and some peanuts. “Hungry, sir? Thought you could use something after all that rumbling and tumbling.”
“Rumbling and tumbling?” I mumble as I quickly close the laptop.
Her cheeks change color fast. “Well, I mean … We could hear it downstairs.” She laughs a little.
My brow rises. “Could you now?”
“It’s fine,” she adds. “Of course. It’s your house, after all.” She places the peanuts and drink in front of me. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.”
I don’t know if I should be thankful or creeped out. I mean, I don’t enjoy my staff listening to my private business. She normally never comments on what I do and usually does what she’s told, which is why I’m so confused by her sudden change in behavior.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” she says, giving me an awkward smile.
“Because you’re snooping into my business,” I say.
She stops moving around, cleaning my study like she always does, and looks me dead in the eyes. “What do you mean?”
“What I do with Charlotte is my business, not yours,” I say.
“Right. Of course, sir,” she says, clearing her throat. “I apologize if I’ve offended you.”
“It’s fine.” I raise a hand. “But I do want to make sure you understand my rules.”
“Of course, sir.” She nods. “I just …” She blinks a couple of times and looks away. It’s as though she doesn’t want to tell me even though the words practically roll off her tongue.
I fold my arms. “What?”
“I … I …” Her face turns bright red now, and she can’t even look at me. “It’s nothing.”
She storms off, so I follow her and grab her arm. “Tell me.”
She pauses, and I release her from my grip. Her hand brushes along her skin where I touched her. “I … feel a little sick.” She clears her throat again. “That’s all.”
“Oh, that’s unfortunate,” I reply. “If you need medication, feel free to take some from my cabinet.”
“No, it’s fine,” she says, adding a kind smile.
“If it’s that time of the month, I can give you some extra money to purchase some sanitary products,” I say.
Her eyes widen. “No, no, it’s not—”
I lean in and bow my head. “It’s fine. You don’t have to be embarrassed about it. I wouldn’t be a good boss if I didn’t give my assistant whatever she needs to work for me.” I pat her on the arm. “You already have a credit card with my name on it. Buy whatever you need.”
I walk back to my desk and take a sip of the drink she brought me. Rum. My favorite. Jill always knows what to bring to cheer me up.
She lowers her eyes and rubs her lips together. “Um … thanks.”
She sounds so ashamed as though she’s still worried I’ll hate her for letting Charlotte escape. But I can’t blame her forever. It was my fault too for not letting enough guards accompany them and for letting Charlotte out of the house before she was truly ready.
Jill’s always been here by my side, helping me out with everything I’ve needed from day one, and I should be grateful for that.
“No, thank you for looking out for me,” I say, lowering my drink.
“You’re welcome,” she says, turning her head. But as she speeds off, I’m caught off guard by the wetness in her eyes … and the brisk fingers that wipe away the single tear rolling down her cheeks. And that one part of me I thought was good, the last sliver of hope crushes under the weight of my own damn icy-cold heart.
Fuck.
Charlotte
Hours pass before the door to my room opens again. I’m exhausted from the sheer number of orgasms I’ve had on this device that’s firmly clenched between my legs. I tried to move so many times, but the chain wouldn’t allow it. And the longer I stayed in position, the weaker I became.