I couldn’t get her out of my head, my hands and off my cock. She was stuck to me like a drug running through my veins, like a cocktail of adrenaline and lust pumping into my heart.

The feel of her, the taste of her, the scent of her… all served to drive me absolutely fucking crazy when I touched her prickled skin. She was a wild animal, her hips bucking against the restraints, and I was the hunter, desperate to grab her, hold her down, fuck her like the little whore I’d had her made into for my pleasure only. I didn’t give a shit about what she wanted. Her desires and hopes didn’t matter to me.

All she was to me was a girl, a girl I’d just fucked into a woman.

She was the woman I was going to fuck, breed and train for the rest of my life. Between her legs, I found what I’d been looking for, and entranced by her mouth and the words that spilled from her lips I fell in love with her innocence, her frailty and her fierceness all at once.

I had to force myself to pull back and walk away from her. It felt like I was losing a fucking limb to walk out of that room, my cock still hard and wet from her. I hadn’t expected it. The connection, the crazy feeling she gave me like I was drugged on something and like I’d finally found every single thing I’d been looking for my whole miserable life. Something Pia had never given me, a spark dozens of girls had failed to ignite.

It was all inside her, at the touch of my fingertips, on the tip of my cock.

And yet I walked away from it, walked away from her. Every step I took away from her strapped-down body felt like a betrayal. Not to the little slut, but to my conscience, to myself. Knowing I was walking away from the best thing that had ever happened to me felt fucking painful.

Pia was next to me in seconds, the last person I wanted to see. She was smirking, looking glorious in a Grecian white dress that draped off her shoulders. She handed me a towel, the smile she wore cutting through me like a knife.

“He got her ready for you good, didn’t he?” she asked innocently, and I wanted to slap her like I used to.

If her smile cut deep, then her words sliced right through me. Bitter venom spilled from my veins as I grabbed the towel away, wiping my cock with it and tossing it at her feet. She bent down to pick it up, but I didn’t give a shit, I needed to get farther away, into the REC room where I could fucking stare at my girl without being disturbed.

I half-fell, half-walked into the room and slammed the door behind me. I grabbed a robe off the hook and closed it in front of my body, watching my rose on the screen. I wanted to kill the bastard who went in next.

But it was a woman, a pretty little thing I remembered from the mansion because she’d sucked my dick about a year ago. She hadn’t been amazing then, but now, she was fucking glorious. She cleaned Harlow good, licking and biting at her pussy to get everything out, and I felt my cock growing harder as I watched them play, Harlow’s body succumbing to the other woman’s tongue as she came in those shackles again and again.

I was a mess. I felt hot and cold at the same time, my head fucking spinning as I watched her on the screen. She’d fucking destroyed me. That dirty mouth, that sweet pussy and those little fingers gripping the shackles she was holding onto. It all drove me crazy, and I knew what I’d done to her had been a mistake.

I should never have taken her.

I should never have put her through this.

I shouldn’t have forced her into being submissive.

And I most definitely shouldn’t have let that motherfucker Ellis touch her.

Now, an irrational desire to stop what was happening took over me. I knew they’d played with her ass, with her mouth. I knew she’d tasted his cock and his cum. But I didn’t want to let him anywhere near her pussy, and the need to keep that special for myself overpowered any other emotion I was feeling. I used the pager to send him an urgent message, telling him to meet me in the REC room.

He appeared moments later. At least the bastard knew not to defy me. If he’d gone against my orders, I would have unleashed hell on him.

He strolled into the room, looking confident but a little worried at the same time, a peculiar mix that didn’t suit the cocky cunt. My gaze was hard on him, and I scrutinized him, torturing myself for the mistake I’d made by letting him near Harlow. Of course, I knew about his little transgressions. It hadn’t been long since I’d told him he needed to follow orders or he’d be quickly tossed out on the same street where I’d found him. That time he sneaked off with my girl – and Pia had helped him – made me lose faith in the young man before me. I’d had such high hopes for him, but he’d let me down on this particular task. It seemed as if he was still convinced he had some sort of claim on Harlow, even though I’d made it clear from the start she was mine and mine alone.

“What do you need?” he asked me politely, but with the hint of an edge to his voice.

The bastard was impatient, desperate to get to my girl and finally sink his cock inside her. The news I was about to deliver was going to be a big fucking disappointment to him.

“I need you,” I answered plainly, noticing how his fingers twitched.

He was wearing a robe like me, moments away from strolling into the playroom and fucking Harlow. Except that wasn’t going to happen now. I’d make sure of it.

“I need you to run an errand for me,” I said simply, glancing at the screen.

Harlow was with two women and a man now, the guy rubbing his cock all over her ass. I wanted to fucking kill him. They were on strict instructions though. She could be played with, but only Ellis and I were allowed in her sweet little cunt. That was the original plan, anyway. I’d changed my mind since then.

“What, right now?” he asked incredulously, and I wanted to smack the look off his face.

“Yes, fucking now,” I snarled. “You got a problem with that?”

I could see the inner battle going on inside him. He didn’t like this one bit. My worst fears had been confirmed. He’d gotten too attached to my woman, and now I had to sever that connection before it festered and turned rotten. I knew Ellis like the back of my hand, and I could see the warning signs in him already. He was addicted to her, starting to think of Harlow as his girl when it had been clear since the beginning she only belonged to one man – and that man was me.

“What’s the errand?” he asked brusquely, avoiding my question on purpose.

His eyes were stormy, his expression thunderous. I wondered whether he would defy me. He’d been waiting so long for this.

“I’ll brief you in a moment,” I went on. “But I’ll be going away for a week today.”

I saw his eyes sparkle before he could hide it. He saw another opportunity, another chance to get exactly what he wanted from Harlow. But I’d be damned if I’d let him have it. She was fucking mine, and the mere thought of leaving her alone with Ellis and Pia made me fucking anxious. But I didn’t have a choice. My commitment couldn’t wait. I needed to deal with it.

“I want you to take care of her while I’m gone,” I told Ellis, motioning towards the screen. “But one more change to the plan. You’re not fucking her pussy. Nobody is but me.”

He looked crestfallen as he stared at me. I wondered if he’d question me, and he disappointed me by glaring and snapping right away.

“What do you mean?” he demanded. “I need to fucking train her! You decided I’d have to do this, you put her in my care… I can’t train her fully without ever being inside her.”

“It was a mistake, Ellis,” I told him with a groan. “You never should have touched her. Being with her made me realize that. I don’t want anyone but me to touch her anymore.”

He was angry, fucking boiling over with rage, but instead of saying something, he just tightened his hands into fists and stared at me.

“You don’t play fair, Thorn,” he told me darkly, and I let out a low chuckle.

“This isn’t a fucking game,” I told him. “She’s been mine from the start. If you got attached to a little plaything, it’s your problem, not mine. She was always going to end up with me. She’s not yours. The sooner you accept it, the better off you’ll be. Any questions?”

He stared at me with pure hatred in his eyes. In that moment, it was difficult for me to see him as the snot-nosed kid I took under my wing, the boy I had trained to take over my business, knowing I probably wouldn’t have a heir of my own. I wanted him to be my successor, yet since Harlow had come along, the man had done nothing but disappoint me. I wasn’t pleased with him, and I was going to tell him as much. I ruled kindly, but with a firm hand, and if Ellis didn’t learn his place, I would be sure to show it to him.

“I understand,” he hissed, reminding me of a snake. “I’ll make sure to take care of her.”

I stared at him, and he went on with his lips tightly pursed together.

“I won’t lay a finger on her.”

“Good,” I smiled. “Not a single fucking finger, or anything else either. I want you to make sure everyone stays the fuck away from my girl. And keep an eye out for Pia. She’s up to no damn good.”

He nodded brusquely and turned to leave, but I grabbed his shoulder and forced him to turn back. His muscles tensed under my touch and I wondered when we’d grown this far apart. Our relationship didn’t used to be like this – it seemed that the crack between us had only deepened since Harlow came along.

“Ellis,” I said, trying to keep my tone from going too formal. “You know I…”

“I do,” he growled, seemingly even more uncomfortable than I was. “I know.”

“Good,” I ground out, and let go of him.

It was time for him to leave, yet he stood there, bristling with anger and unanswered questions. Part of me almost hoped he would come out and say it – accuse me of all the shit I’d done, tell me I’d toyed with the girl’s emotions as much as I had with his own. I was a selfish, sick prick but I couldn’t help myself. One time inside her and it had been decided. She would be mine and mine alone.

“I’ll see you soon,” Ellis said uncomfortably.

“A week from today,” I nodded. “Make sure everything goes like I instructed.”

He nodded again and turned to leave. He was almost out of the room when I called after him. My gaze was focused on the screen where Harlow was being serviced by the two women and a man.

“Yes?” he asked roughly, and I motioned to the screen.

“She’s something else, isn’t she?” I asked thoughtfully.

I was a fucking jackass.

Ellis didn’t answer. He slammed the door on his way out, leaving me alone with my perverted thoughts about a girl who deserved someone so much better.

Someone normal…