Page 37 of Enslaved

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RAGE WAS THE FIRST EMOTION I ever felt. It was hot lava, bubbling up from the deep-dark hole inside my chest. It boiled over, covering everything in my path. If people feared me before; I earned my nicknameEl Diabloafter she fled.

I tore my whole damn boat apart. Lined up the crew grilling them one by one. I give Bree credit; she didn’t crack. But I am a cruel bastard, hurting people is what I do for a living. One phone call to her old DOM, Dimitri, was all it took. I sent the chopper for him. Later, I watched dispassionately as I smoked my cigar while he fucked the answer from her lips, leaving her spent by his feet begging him to return her love.

I felt nothing as he walked out on her, ignoring her sobs that made her full-rack covered by his release, bounce.

Bree helped my dove escape.

“What about her punishment?” I had asked Dimitri as his hand was on the door.

“Do you want to do it?”

“No. The only woman I touch now is my own.”

“Leaving her broken-hearted is punishment enough.” I shrugged at his answer, taking another puff from the Cuban dangling from my lips.

“Crawl to me,” he demanded.

She went, like the starved sub she was for any crumb he’d offer.

“Turn around, ass up high. Count it out.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“This is for breaking the rules and for thinking this was more than it was.”

The loud smack of his hand on her ass made me hard. I itched to do the same thing to my dove; wanted to see the imprint of my hand on her cheeks. I’d smack that ass over and over until it burned raw as if the sun blistered it. Then I'd watch as my dick snuck between her crack to find her secret channel burning wet for me. I’d glide into her heaven; pound it out while my eyes would be glued to her blistered backside watching my dick go in and out.

Fuck.

I unzipped my pants, stroked my shaft, all the while watching Dimitri and Bree, imagining it was my dove and me.

“Christ,” I breathed coming in quick spurts just as Dimitri landed smack number twenty on Bree’s blistered cheeks that just started to bleed.

His hoarse shout echoed in the room as his come and her blood dripped on the floor.

“That was bloody fantastic,” Dimitri moaned as he zipped himself back up. “Don’t ever contact me again. I have a new sub now, Bree.”

He walked out without a backward glance. I stood up, bent over and echoed his words, taking her quivering chin in my palm, “that was bloody fantastic, Bree. Don’t ever cross me again. You work for me. I own you.”

“You-you’re not firing me?”

“No. Alex favors you. Get yourself cleaned-up and back to work.Capísé?”

“Yes, sir.”

My answer was the click of the door shut behind me. My little bird didn’t fly. She was hiding somewhere close by. I had my guy watch hours of security tape. We had her walking down the dock into town, but she never appeared on the bus, train or airport security tapes.

Four days.

She’s been gone four days. I vowed to have her back by day seven. I walked through the deserted halls of my yacht. I terrified everyone on board, even my men. Whistling, with my hands in my pockets, I climbed up the steps to the top deck to the same spot where she vaulted from me on the first night we met. The lights from the hills of Capri sparkled across the bay. “I’m going to find you little dove and when I do—I’ll turn your every dream into a nightmare with no escape.”

I hated my obsession with her. Wanted to punish her for it. Wanted to fuck and bleed her out of my system. But my hand still reached for the bottle of pills in my pocket, my mouth opened and swallowed the white miracle pill. My eyes shut as it went down, wondering when and if the lights inside my soul would ever turn on.

“Sir?” Sara stopped me in the hall. “There’s a call for you on the sat phone.”

I took the stairs two at a time until I reached the bridge; ripped open the door and grabbed the sat phone from Stavros’ hands.

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