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“Are you willing to train him, Brant? The better he’s trained,
the more opportunity he has to survive.”
“You’re giving me an option?”
“Nicholas’ fate is in your hands.”
I clenched my fists tightly. “Did I ever tell you you’re a cold
bastard?”
“Yes, you have. I appreciate your honesty and candor, Brant.”
He broke eye contact with me and glanced down at the kneeling
boy. “Brant has earned that. You’ve got miles to travel before you
are granted the same privileges, Nicholas. You push me, I’ll crush
you. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Another thing, you will never speak to Brant with such
disrespect in your tone ever again. Beauty is a dime a dozen. If I
just wanted a whore to pound into, I could pick anyone one.
Brant’s patron, Mr. Brawden, hand picked you out of all the
brothels in the city. He saw something of Brant in you. You have
potential. I expect progress. You have three months, Brant. You
have three months to get him ready to be seen with me. If he can’t
or won’t, he goes back to the brothel. If you fail, you come back to
me. You are free from my bed only because Nicholas is supposed
to be your replacement.”
Both of his toys stared at him.
“So, I ask you this question again. Do I hire a professional?”
I could feel Nicholas’ puzzlement. Hire a professional whore
wrangler? Only if you wanted to break his psyche into hundreds of
little pieces. I knew what that would entail. I spent an hour with
one when I was fifteen. That was more than enough to get me to
smarten up and listen to Wilber. She knew pressure points and had
no problems subjecting me to agonizing pain until I did what she
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commanded. In one hour, I’d learned my place in my new reality. I
physically couldn’t walk out of that room. Wilber’d had to carry
me. Fifteen years later, I still knew my place in the world.
“I can do it.”
“I can see your handiwork.” There was a bruise turning
yellowish blue on Nicholas’ jaw. “Did you break your hand?”
I shook my head negatively.
“Good. Thank Brant for his work today, Nicholas.”
The rebellious attitude was totally cowed. Nicky had already
learned that Constantine wasn’t someone you could fuck over and
walk away from. “Thank you for your instruction, Mr. Williams.”
“Have you shown Nicholas how I like to be kissed?” There
was a dark tone to that simple question. I flicked my eyes down to
him. He was staring at Nicholas like a starving man.
“We had a slow start today, Sir.”
“Demonstrate now.”
“I don’t….”
“Show him, Brant. He strikes me as a physical learner.”
“Sir, I…”
“Do it and go home. I got you your own car. Mr. Brawden
sent over a driver for you.”
Uh. I hesitated.
“Brant, piss me off and you will not be the one facing my
wrath.” The chink of ice against the side of the tumbler was the
only sounds in the room.
“Nicholas, stand up.” I couldn’t look at Constantine. I was
furious. I was terrified. I was a mix mash of emotions that was
making my stomach quiver. It didn’t show on my face though, that
I still had under control.
Nicky only came up to my shoulders. I brought my hand up
and caught him under the chin. “Submission, Nicholas. Complete
surrender. I will not accept anything less from you.” I leaned over
and pressed a kiss to his temple. I whispered into his ear. “Close
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your eyes and surrender. He will know if you with hold anything
from him.”
I pressed dry kisses to his eye lids. He swayed into me. I had
Constantine on me enough to know his style. He had a neck fetish.
I brought my hand up around the back of his nape and forced
Nicholas on his toes. His gasp allowed me to shove my tongue
deep into his mouth. His hands came up to my shoulders. I broke
the kiss.
“Surrender. Drop your arms.”
I heard the chink of ice as Constantine took a drink. I squeezed
on Nicky’s neck. He gasped in pain. I forced my tongue back into
his mouth. His arm came up. I caught it with my free hand and
wrenched down and behind him. He was now forced into an arch
into me. He groaned and pulled on his arm. Nicky had no concept
of surrender. I twisted my hip forward and pressed my upper thigh
between his legs. We were both sex toys. We were now both
aroused and hating every second of it.
“Enough!”
I pushed myself back from the warm body. My insides were
roiling and boiling. I was getting another ulcer. Nicky was
breathing hard and had a little blood trailing out the side of mouth.
The fear I had set into his eyes earlier was back. Christ.
“Nicholas needs to be taught the meaning of true surrender.
I’ll do that, Brant. Good day’s work.” Those green cat eyes looked
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