I walked out of the diner in complete control of Troy, and I arrived at his estate with him wrapped around my little finger. With a few words and gestures, I’d been able to bring a man who thought himself my superior into a state of submission. I’d watched as the confidence evaporated from Troy’s face, leaving lust and a total desire to be dominated in its place. It was an easy switch, like flicking on a light, and that I could bring it out of him without much effort was as humbling as it was empowering.

Troy trusted me, someone he’d known on a long-distance basis, but had never met in real life until a few hours before, to guide him. Not everyone could give of themselves so readily. Submission was an act of faith, and whether that meant allowing another person to bring pain or pleasure, or granting someone access to sensitive documents and accounts so they could make life-changing decisions, it was not to be taken for granted.

Once we were through the gates and down the long driveway leading to Troy’s impossibly large modern home, Troy exited the vehicle, waved off the driver, and opened the car door for me himself. I got out in silence, taking in the sights. A rock garden stretched along the front of the house, small desert plants artfully positioned within it. The house itself was angular and flat, reminding me more of a Californian home overlooking the ocean than a Vegas paradise. The place was lit up, inside and out, tasteful inlaid lights illuminating each side of the driveway like a classy landing strip. The curtains were open, and through floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw a minimalistic living room. Despite how sparse its furnishings were, they were tasteful and expertly arranged.

“Show me inside,” I instructed.

Troy obeyed.

We headed through the front door, past a gruff-looking security guard with dark hair who was far from hard on the eyes, to Troy’s bedroom. I’d seen glimpses of it before in the pictures Troy had sent me during play sessions, but seeing it in person was nothing like the glimpses I’d seen. The back wall opposite the door was entirely made of glass and overlooked a rarity in Vegas—grass. Troy maintained a lawn. To the right were two doors, one leading to a master bathroom, the other to a walk-in closet, and to the left was the bed. A royal blue blanket was folded at its foot, its sheets a lighter, refreshing blue so carefully laid that I didn’t see a single wrinkle. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought they were painted on. Light, bright hardwood floors and white walls made the room cheery.

Of all the things in the world I would have called Troy even a few days back, cheery wasn’t one of them—but it fit him. I was oddly impressed by the space he’d made for himself. Maybe it was the fact that I was in total control of a powerful man, or maybe it was the ego boost knowing that I had the brains and know-how to compete in business with the best of the best, but I felt fantastic. Troy’s training would go smoothly if he kept up behavior like this. Even though he was dopey and stubborn, I could make a modern businessman out of him yet. Once he kicked his old habits and saw beyond his stunted viewpoints, he’d rise up and become a force to be reckoned with, and I was going to be the one to get him there.

Me.

Excitement swirled through me, filling my chest and inflating my lungs. Every breath I took was crisp, and it wasn’t just the building’s incredible central air to blame. In Troy, I’d found another shot at life. For the last three years, my focus had been narrowed on making sure Mom had enough money for chemo and surgery, but now that she was in remission and able to function on her own, I was free.

Now that my hands were untied and my resources were limitless, Troy would be my first masterpiece… and while I elevated him to astronomical heights, he would grovel at my feet and kiss my toes one by one, begging me for more.

I needed him. I needed him right now.

“Get on the bed, pet.” I grinned, the power a rush I wasn’t prepared for. Troy was mine. “I want to play.”

One piece of clothing at a time, I ordered Troy to strip for me. His belt strap separated from its buckle, buttons parted from button holes, and zippers fell. The fine suit he looked like he’d been poured into hit the floor, puddles of forgotten fabric. When he was nude, I took him in for the first time, letting the sight of him wash through me.

Dark hair with a speckling of white around his temples. Dark eyes. A wrinkled brow and skin thickened by years in the sun. My eyes crept down his neck to his broad shoulders, then to the hair on his chest—salt and pepper. Troy was in shape, and while he wasn’t the rippling wall of muscle his bodyguard was, he had nothing to be ashamed of. His body tapered in at the hips, tight and toned. And his cock? Well, I was proud to call it my cock. It wasn’t outrageously large, but it was thick, and I remembered how it had almost split me open when I’d taken it yesterday.

Why hadn’t I wanted to do this again? Being hangry really did strange things to my brain. For a body like Troy’s, I would do all kinds of questionable things.

But, for now, his body would have to wait. I came first.

“Make room,” I told him. He was sitting on the bed, his cock stiff and standing at attention, weeping precum for me. As much as I wanted to straddle his lap, I wanted to tease him a little first. It was important he remembered his place.

Troy moved to the foot of the bed. Once he was settled and his eyes were back on me, I stripped down, casting aside my clothes. When I was nude, I climbed onto the bed and made myself comfy at its center, belly down, and rested my head on one of his many pillows. My cock was as stiff as his was, now trapped between my body and Troy’s fine sheets.

“Come here, Troy,” I ordered. While he moved closer, I closed my eyes and smiled to myself. It was time to see how far my loyal pet would go. “I have a treat for you. Tonight, you’re going to worship my ass. I want your tongue on me, pet. I want to feel how wet you can get me.”

The bed shifted again as Troy moved into position between my legs. He nuzzled his way into the valley of my ass, the stubble on his jaw rough against my cheeks. The warm, wet insistence of his tongue a second later made up for my discomfort—pleasure pulsed through me, and I had to hold back a moan. A tongue wasn’t supposed to feel that good, but fuck, did it feel wonderful.

Over and over, Troy stroked my hole, sometimes putting pressure, sometimes not. The warm wetness of his tongue turned me on more than I’d thought it would, and I lifted my hips and spread my legs to give him better access. The urge to buck and thrust built up inside of me, and as it did, so did another, familiar feeling—I wanted to be filled.

“Fuck me with your tongue, Troy,” I ordered. “Push it deep into me. Wanna feel it, baby.”

With a low moan, Troy did as he was told. His thick tongue invaded me, flicking and twisting, until I couldn’t take it anymore. I bit his pillow to hold back a scream of pleasure and pushed against his tongue, wanting it deeper, needing it to go harder.

“Not enough,” I gasped. I wasn’t sure if Troy heard me or not—my voice was muffled by the pillow. “Oh, fuck, it’s not enough. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

Troy’s tongue withdrew. I groaned in dissatisfaction, but the next moment, I heard a wood drawer slide open, then the familiar click of a lid snapping open. In a moment, Troy was back over me, his hips pumping. It was savage, primal, filthy, and when Troy’s lubed cock finally found my hole and sank into me, how much I needed it almost broke me.

“Yes,” I hissed into the pillow. While Troy brutally took me from behind, I pushed back against him, working my ass to the timing of his frantic thrusts. “Oh, fuck yes. More. More!”

The bedsprings squeaked, and the headboard knocked against the wall. I grabbed onto its slats, holding myself steady as Troy gave me everything I needed.

“Master,” Troy uttered. He spoke against the back of my neck, right where the fine hairs at the base of my skull grew. “Please let me come. I need to put it inside you. I need to give you what belongs to you.”

Pleasure flashed through me, blinding me to anything else. Troy’s cum—my cum—needed to be inside me. It needed to be in me as far as it could go, filling me up, so wherever I went, Troy would be there, too. I wanted him to know that I owned what was in his balls, in his bank account, in his head… all of it. I needed all of it.

“Come,” I demanded. “Fucking come in your master, Troy. Give him what he wants.”

Troy let out a choked moan and bucked forward, instantly spilling inside me. If I’d thought his tongue felt good, his orgasm was ecstasy. I bucked back against him and gasped, wanting everything I could get. My own balls clenched, and soon enough, I let go. I shot into Troy’s sheets, dirtying myself in the process.

It didn’t matter. I’d never been so happy.

“Pet,” I panted. “Oh, pet…”

Troy pushed in another time, then let a long while elapse before pushing in again. My spent cock twitched. When Troy pulled out and climbed off me, I got up and pushed him onto the bed, then claimed his lips in a hard kiss that lingered. He kissed me back, matching my passion, and looped his arms around my neck, holding me to him. The more we kissed, the more I wanted from him.

What was getting into me?

“Did I do well, Master?” Troy whispered against my lips.

I smiled. “You did.”

And, oh, had he.

We spent the rest of the night exploring each other in bed until, at last, exhaustion got the best of me, and I fell asleep in his arms.