Page 3 of The Possession

The alarm beeped as he unlocked the front door, his security system one of the best on the market. To an outsider, it would appear he was protecting something precious within his massive estate. But sometimes I wondered if the systemwas designed to hold me hostage, to ensure I never escaped. Not that I’d ever try.

Where would I go?

Master Luka owned the city.

A business king.

Wealthy as sin.

Anything and everything he desired, he owned. Including me. And no one would ever question him or his tastes. Because to do so would be career suicide.

Warm air brushed my skin as the door opened, the sound of footsteps following as Master Luka led his friends into the manor.

I held my position, my hands still clasped in my lap, my attention on the marble floor just beyond the rug.

No one spoke to me, the three men lost in their own conversation. Something about a new acquisition Master Luka was considering in New York City. He enjoyed collecting failed businesses and turning them around.

My father’s business had been one of those acquisitions once.

It was how Master Luka and I had met.

He’d purchased the family business, the arrangement untraditional. Mostly because the purchase had included me as well.

And I’d been his ever since.

“Mitchell suggested against the investment, but you know how I feel about risks,” a deep voice rumbled.

I shivered, not recognizing the masculine tone. Which meant Master Luka had brought home new friends for me to entertain.

What kind of lovers would they be? Harsh? Demanding? Thorough? Or were they the type to only take their own pleasure?

I’d experienced so many different types during my time withMaster Luka. He enjoyed expanding my skill set through the use of his associates, just as I enjoyed learning new things.

But what if tonight he took it too far?

Would I break? Scream? Beg him to stop?

There was only one way to find out.

The men walked around me, not acknowledging my presence, and went to hang their jackets. Then Master Luka escorted them down the hall, asking if they wanted a drink.

I knew better than to follow.

I remained in the foyer, knowing it was what he expected of me, and would sit here all night if I had to.

Their masculine murmurs subsided as the door to Luka’s study closed, securing them deep within the manor.

How long would he drag this out? Minutes? Hours? I never knew because he changed the game each time. We’d been playing it for over a year, nearly two, and he continued to surprise me.

Deep breaths, I coached myself.No counting. Just exist.

I allowed my mind to close, my senses stretching out around me to pick up any hint of change in the air. Each passing moment increased my anticipation.

What would they do to me?

How would they take me?

Were they thinking about me right now? Eager to begin? Or were they calm and patient like Luka? He could tease me for hours before succumbing to his desires. He’d leave me weeping and begging, then take me to the most erotic heights of my existence, causing me to pant and cry out for more.

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