This story is a dark romance, it contains uncomfortable situations. It’s twisted and sexy and it’s a rollercoaster of a ride. All is not dark, there is light.
Please note there is a cliffhanger ending. Dark romances rarely come without one, it is part of their makeup. Answers will always come as the storyline advances over the series.
There will be three to five books in this series.
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I end the call, placing my phone down on the antique hand-carved desk fit for a king, taking a deep celebratory puff of my Black Dragon cigar as I fall back into my oversized wingback. A smug smile creeps across my masked face while I enjoy this moment. All is going to plan.
The room is silent as the occupants await my next move.
Finally my eyes rest on Rose, my redheaded beauty. I drink her in as she waits patiently by the wall, hands clasped in front of her, head slightly bowed.
Rose serves as my courtesan, always available to fulfill my sexual needs, and when called upon, my assassin, ready to follow orders and eliminate the females in The Pen who are no longer required.
This latest news has spiked my need for a suck-and-fuck. “Disrobe, my angel of death, and come kneel before me.” Her head snaps to attention as I push away from my desk so she has room to comply with my request, and I pat my leg. Taking another puff of the Black Dragon, my eyes flutter shut as I enjoy the exquisite taste.
The soft swishing sound of her silk robe fills the space as it floats down to the carpet, and I picture her lithe, naked body while she makes her way to me.
Rose never defies me.
Rose is my masterpiece.
She was so alive and headstrong when she was first brought to me.
She challenged me.
I broke her.
I dug into her mind until I found what I was looking for.
A cold-hearted murderess.
Rose learned what she needed to do to survive me. She is the only female I’ve chosen to keep for any great length of time.
A hand rests gently on my thigh as she kneels, and then my black Versace suit pants are unbuckled, the zipper slowly eased down.
I reposition myself in my office throne to get more comfortable as she releases my dick, stroking it, getting me harder and harder. My free hand winds around the back of her neck like a slippery serpent as her lips glide over the head of my cock, making me groan aloud at the sensations from her touch.
I let her adjust to the feel of my thick erection for precisely two seconds as it rests in her mouth. Rose knows what’s coming. And then the slippery serpent strikes, forcing her head down until I hear her gagging.
I love to hear her gag.
She is suffocating on my cock. The thrill shoots through my body, spiking my arousal.
My head tips to the side, resting against the corner of my office throne, my dick touching the back of her throat. I don’t need to look to know tears will be making a pathway down her cheeks while she gasps for air as I keep forcing her head down onto my cock.
When I know she’s almost passing out from the way her head is shaking, her tears mixing with her spittle… I release her. Soft gasps escape as she searches for oxygen, quietly gulping down mouthfuls.
And then my hand strikes again, but this time, I pump her head up and down.
Up.
And.
Down.
And keep on pumping.
Fuck, her gag reflex is amazing.
I grab a handful of her hair, winding it around my hand, and jerk it, releasing her from my hard erection as I avoid my release, gritting my teeth as I get myself under control.
I withdraw the silk handkerchief from my breast suit pocket, holding it out for her to efficiently wipe the dribble from her mouth and chin, while I take another puff on the Black Dragon. I reach for her face, cupping it, drawing her closer to me so I can erase the salty droplets from her cheeks with my thumb. Then I push it into her mouth so she can suck it clean. The only emotion she ever lets slip is the salty droplets, which leak soundlessly from her eyes, a by-product from the gagging.
My long erection throbs, reminding me it wants to be swallowed up inside her velvet pussy. I am the only one who gets to fuck her. She stays clean for me.
Because I own her.
If I opened my eyes now, I would see her watching me, her face devoid of emotion. She would see a man in his late forties and fit. Today’s hairstyle is cropped short and peroxide blond. I am a handsome man with an olive skin tone, and I’m immaculately kept.
I look expensive.
I wear a mask at all times when I am here. Today, I’m wearing blood red silk that covers half my face. I change my hairstyle and color whenever I come back to one of my many hidden special places because I am king in this world, and I need to stand out. This is where I want to be noticed, but my true identity must stay concealed. My paranoia for losing what I have built has kept me behind a mask.
There are mundane people living outside this world I have created for myself, who are doing everyday things in their droll lives. They don’t see the successful businessman, rich beyond their wildest dreams because I keep that life private, my value hidden in corporations. I don’t draw attention to myself, but here I am, the center of my world.
I want to stand out.
Rose goes where I go; she is my secret pet, my slave. I am her master out there and in here.
She knows what is lurking beneath the surface. What my secrets are. What I am capable of.
I am a legitimate, respected businessman under my real-world name, but when I enter this world, I become somebody else.
My soul is wicked.
It has desires that need to be satiated. It has no love for anything.
I take another puff of the Black Dragon, enjoying the flavors as they fill my mouth while the thick, chewy smoke floats around us. Opening my eyes, I see her watching me… waiting for me to allow her to fuck me.
So obedient.
Such a good pet.
My eyes seek out Filip, the dark warrior who is dutifully standing by the wall to my left. Wisely, he doesn’t make eye contact with me or watch what Rose has been doing. He is one of my loyal sentinels, an ex-MMA fighter rescued from the poorly financed underground fights. I note the bulge tightening the front of his suit pants and while he can’t do a thing about it, I can give him a show he can beat off to in his private time.
I revert my attention back to Rose. “Straddle me.” She complies and stands before me. I raise my hand, holding her off for a moment while I take in her dark red pussy hair, so carefully trimmed, plucked, and manicured to look like a rose. Her large breasts are firm and inviting.
I reach out, tugging both nipples hard until they pebble before me. She will want me to suckle from them, but I won’t. Instead, I lean forward and inhale her pussy deeply.
Ahhh.
My erection jumps in appreciation. She smells like English roses in bloom. I am pleased she made sure she is scented for me.
I signal to Rose and she helps me lower my pants. Her hands rest on my shoulders as she gets into position, her knees padding either side of my thighs as she prepares to mount me. She knows to be wet for me. If she’s not, then her loyalty to me is in question.
Her tight pussy hovers over the head of my dick, letting me test her as her hips sway back and forth in a pendulum motion, slipping over my cock, coating it with her wetness. I nod my approval, and then she slides down my dick so elegantly, her hard nipples grazing my face.