“You heard me. If you’re true to your words I want to see results.”
She grinds her teeth and nods. Slowly, she removes her white shirt and black jeans, then her lacey undergarments. She bites her lips as she gets on all four and crawls on the hard concrete, stopping at my feet.
“Kiss my shoe.”
Exhaling, she leans down and kisses the tip of my expensive loafers. Her cheeks turn bright pink.
“Get up,” I say, and she does what I say. “Put on your clothes. You’re going to be my date for tonight.”
“Where are we going?” She asks, putting on her clothes.
“Don’t worry about it.”
She follows me to the elevator. Once we get inside of the bedroom, she eyes the sexy lingerie and the silk robe.
“You’re wearing this.”
She takes off her clothes again and puts on the lingerie that exposes her pink nipples and there is a slit opening where her pussy is at. My dick gets hard from at her. She wiggles the robe on and I open a box of Louis Vuitton heels. Most women would be thrilled to receive expensive stuff, but not Nymph. She eyes the shoes like they are going to jump up and bite her.
“I don’t wear heels.”
“I don’t care,” I answer. “Sit on the bed.”
I grab the fishnet stockings, roll them up her legs, then I place the heels on her soft feet.
“Stand.”
I grab the shock collar from the dresser and place it around her neck.
We leave the manor and the car ride is filled with silence. Resting my hand on her thigh, I squeeze lightly. I’m going to fuck her tonight after the meeting whether she likes it or not. She’s going to be my pet and I’m going to tell her after the meeting. I decided not to kill her after all, until she gives me a reason to.
Her eyes trail to my face as she bites her lips.
“What happened to Shelby?” she asks out of the blue and my heartbeat gets faster.
How the fuck does she know about her? Marla must have run her mouth. I’m going to have a talk with her.
“Why the fuck is it any of your business?”
“Because I’m your wife and I deserve to know.” She taps the button on the side of the door, rolling down the window. The summer breeze fills the car and the city lights twinkle like stars.
“You have to earn the right to know my personal business. I don’t trust you, Roselyn. I know the minute I give you an inch you’re going to betray me. I’m not stupid.”
“You’re wrong,” she scoffs, twisting her body towards me. The short robe rides up and exposes her thigh and I want to bite it with my teeth and mark it with my cum. My dick grows hard as a rod and aches. Soon, I’ll have my cock buried in her virgin pussy soon.
“You think I like sitting in the dark for hours and hours of the day? You think I like eating bread three times a day? I don’t want to live in a glass cell.”
I ignore her. “When you get to the club, do not speak to another man. You ask for permission to speak. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
I rub the back of her head, getting my fingers entangled with her curls as I rest my other hand on the steering wheel. Every part of my body is tense. I pull up to the curve of the street, and I hand the valet my keys. As I grab Roselyn’s hand, she steps out of the car, then she closes her eyes, inhaling in deep, getting the waft of the city life. She hasn’t been seen outside in three weeks, so I let her enjoy the fresh air. When we stroll in the building, the music is loud and blaring and women are in cages dancing to a techno song. There are lounge chairs and beds and everyone is fucking like animals.
Roselyn clings to my dress pants for dear life as we make it upstairs. She watches everyone have sex and her skin is flush.
“Do you like to watch?” She doesn’t answer and I stop at the top of the wooden stairs, glaring down at her. “I asked you a question.”
“No, sir.” Her words are rushed and fast, but she frowns.
We make it to a red door and the bouncer opens it up. Creaser, the owner of the club, stands up from the poker table, holds out his hand and I firmly shake it. He takes one look at Roselyn and whistles. Her cheeks flushes but she keeps her head down. “Your pet is so beautiful.”
“Pet?” Roselyn snaps. “I’m not his fuc—”
“Roselyn!” I yell.
She shakes her head and stares down on the tacky ass crimson carpet.
“She’s my pet and wife.” I smirk and if looks could killed, I would be dead from the glares she’s throwing at me.
“She’s a little feisty,” he says, winking at Roselyn and my blood fucking boil. He stares at her as if she’s a piece of meat. “She can go for three million.”
“I don’t mind doing business with you but keep your eyes off my wife or I’ll rip out your eyeballs and make you eat them.”
“Don’t forget you’re on my territory,” he warns, unbuttoning his navy dress shirt. “Take your seat. We’re going to get started on the meeting.”
I don’t know much about Caesar, only what I heard in the streets. He’s a billionaire and he conducts sex trafficking from all over the world. Any type of want you want, he has them.
I sit Roselyn on my lap, whispering in her ear. “You be obedient, and I’ll reward you.”
“Yes, sir.” Her tone is restrained, but I don’t care. She better behave or I’ll spank her little ass.
“I have a few working girls for you, they are from Russian and England.” He shuffles a deck of cards in his hand. “You up for a poker game?”
Roselyn’s body is stiff as a board
