Black Forever (Obsidian 4)

Because I wouldn’t allow myself to.

I was moving on, going back to what I did best.

Fucking. Drinking. And dominating.

I ordered a scotch at the bar and surveyed the talent inside Ruin. I was surprised Isabella hadn’t chased me down after she threw me under the bus. Maybe she was worried I was livid with her, that I would never speak to her again.

In reality, I didn’t care at all.

The place was full of beautiful women, exotic and mysterious in the darkness. I loved being with a woman without knowing anything about her. I didn’t need to have dinner with someone and ask them about their childhood because we had incredible sex. I didn’t even need to know her name.

I locked eyes with a pretty blonde on the other side of the room. I usually preferred brunettes, but I wasn’t picky enough to ignore a beautiful woman who wanted me. She wore a collar around her neck, the chain grasped in her hand. She sat at a table alone, her drink sitting right in front of her.

I continued to stare at her, noticing her long legs underneath the table. She wasn’t as curvy as I liked, but again, I wasn’t picky. She continued to stare at me like I was exactly what she was looking for.

I was the Dom she was looking for.

She slid off the chair and sauntered toward me in high heels and a short black dress. Her hair was thick and curled, and her makeup was so dark she nearly looked gothic. When she reached me, she placed the leash in my hand and wrapped my fingers around it. “Good evening, Master.”

I gripped the leather in my hand, feeling my entire body come to life. “Look at the ground.”

She did as I commanded, immediately obeying me without a fight.

I tested the chain, feeling it tug on her neck slightly. She was exactly what I was looking for, a woman with experience in obedience. She was hungry for me, desperate for my brutality. And I would give it to her. “Come.” I held the leash and pulled her along, heading to the stairs.

A woman crossed my path, someone who looked familiar.

She had bright green eyes that shone brighter than the stars on a cloudless night. She had curves no other woman could compete with. With brown hair that reached her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. In black stockings, black shorts, and a dark corset, she was by far the sexiest woman in the room.

Every man had his eyes on her.

She locked eyes with me, her lips ruby red and her eyes dark with heavy makeup. She looked like an enchantress, the queen of this entire club. A chain was held in both of her hands, a collar on one side and the leash on the other.

She walked right up to me with more confidence than I’d ever seen before. She grabbed the leash in my hand and tossed it on the floor before holding out the collar to me. It was open and ready to be secured around her neck.

I forgot about the blonde.

I forgot about everyone in the room.

All I could think about was the woman standing in front of me, asking me to make her mine in a way she never had before.

“Make me your sub, Calloway.”

I’d never been so hard in my life. I’d never felt this kind of thrill, this kind of euphoria. It was better than any dream. It was better than the fantasy I touched myself to. This was real. Rome was standing in front of me, ready to kneel the second I asked her to.

I took the collar from her hands and secured it around her neck. I locked it in place, seeing the metal shine in the dim lighting.

She opened my hand and placed the leash in my grasp. “I am yours.”

I squeezed the leash so hard my knuckles almost popped. I could hardly keep myself steady because this moment was too incredible, too powerful. Like the blonde had never crossed my mind at all, I left her behind and pulled Rome by the leash.

And took her to my playroom.

I locked the door behind us with the leash still held in my hand. “Face forward.”

Rome hesitated before she did as I asked. She faced the opposite direction, to where the king bed lay, the red comforter contrasting against the black walls.

I came up behind her until my chest almost touched her back. I took the time to study her, to watch her body’s reaction to me and this room. The metal collar still sat on her collarbone, locked in place so she couldn’t get away.

My hand grazed up her arm, my fingertips lightly touching her skin. With those shorts and corset, she blended right in with everyone else Ruin. At first glance, anyone would say she belonged there. I moved up to her elbow, noticing the way her chest rose and fell at a quicker pace. “Are you sure you want to do this, Rome?” I was going to give her an out just in case she had cold feet.