Page 49 of Pandora's Pleasure

Still, she was happy and therein lay the wisdom of that decision. She’d found what I’d been searching for—fulfillment. I was glad for her. If not a little jealous.

“Still there, Champ?” she said with affection.

“There’s a submissive inside my dungeon. Waiting for me to fuck her into

oblivion while I burn off some stress.”

Silence lingered on the other end.

“I have an excellent selection of toys to use on her,” I continued. “A few new pieces shipped in from Italy.” I smirked. “Some antique torture devices from medieval times. She’ll be destroyed by the morning.”

“I thought you had work to do?”

“I consider this a gift to myself. Some night play. This need has been building for quite some time. I’m going in strong.”

“Damien,” she scolded.

Yeah, you better break, bitch.“I’m listening.”

“Okay, okay, I gave her the clavis.”

I felt a rush of relief at knowing this ruse had been orchestrated by Madeline and not some deviant with a political objective.

“Keep talking,” I coaxed.

“I thought Pandora would be good for you as a submissive.” She breathed out a sigh.

“Since when do you decide what I need?”

“Since I decided I love you. And I know you, too. I know what you need to keep you sane. You’re starving, Damien. I can see it in your eyes at the pressers.”

“You watch my interviews?” I downed the rest of my drink in one go. “I’m flattered.” Citrus and spice danced on my tongue and heated my throat.

“Be gentle with her. Ease her into it.”

“She’s using me.”

“I showed her Amelia.”

“What?”

“I showed Pandora the video of Amelia being taken by Theo and Landon at the same time—you couldn’t see their faces in the footage.”

I raked my fingers through my hair.

“You should have seen her reaction, Damien. Pandora was mesmerized. It was like a light being turned on full beam. Her response was pure sub. I tested her with some other photos and—”

“Where?”

“At the St. Regis.”

“You were there tonight?”

“I was.”

“Where?”

“Ballroom. You were off wheeling and dealing in the anteroom.”