Page 79 of The Enslaved Duet

Alexander assured me it wasn’t about the crime, that people died during The Hunt all the time and no one was ever turned in for murder. But we both agreed that there was something going on with the Order, something that pertained directly to him.

He hoped that he could uncover some things at the club when the brothers were deep in their cups and distracted by outrageous displays of Domination and submission.

He tipped my chin up so I could look him in the eyes now, and he searched my face for any signs that I might be frightened of the night to come.

I was but not terribly.

Anyone who had witnessed the depravities and obscene violence of the Order would be wary of returning to their fold.

But I had Alexander, and he had proven more than once that he wouldn’t let anything happen to me.

“If she wasn’t a virgin goddess, I would suggest Athena,” he said softly, rubbing his thumb over my lower lip. “Beautiful, intelligent and brave.”

I sucked in a breath and flicked my tongue out to taste his thumb. He pulled away and straightened, buttoning the middle clasp of his black suit jacket and then offering me his hand to help me up.

I stumbled when he pulled me up too fast so that I went bending over the settee behind him.

“Stay down,” he ordered when I went to right myself.

I shivered as his hand trailed down the edge of the strap covering my spine all the way to the place the leather held my ass cheeks up and apart. There was a snap of a bottle opening and then cool liquid pouring over my asshole and pussy.

“You’re going to wear something for me tonight,bella, so that you are always aware of me.”

His fingers circled my pussy, dipping in and out like it was a pot of ink as I grew wet beneath his touch. He dragged the sticky arousal over my lube damped asshole and rubbed his thumb over the tightly crinkled bud.

“We will have to perform a scene tonight as it’s our first night in the club,” he reminded me of something I already knew. “I’ve decided that I’m going to show everyone how quickly you enter subspace during a flogging and then I’m going to take your ass for the first time in front of an audience.” I groaned long and low as his thumb slid into my ass and pulsed inside me. “Would you like that? For everyone to see how this tiny asshole opens up around my cock.”

My hips wiggled as he took his thumb out and replaced it with his index and middle fingers. I panted as he scissored them inside me, stretching me and rubbing against my sensitive walls.

He smacked my ass cheek with his free hand. “Answer me, Cosima. Tonight is not the night to forget yourself.”

“Sorry, Master. Yes, I would love that.”

And the truth was, I would.

I was an admittedly vain creature, just as any model had to be in order to succeed, and as I thought about a group of men and women watching Alexander use me for his pleasure, lusting and envious of us, my pussy began to leak down my thigh.

His fingers disappeared even though I chased my hips back to keep them inside me. He chuckled at my eagerness and then something cold, smooth andtoo bigwas at my entrance.

“This is a stainless-steel butt plug capped with a large diamond,” he explained factually as he slowly twisted the bulbous knob inside me.

I hissed with pain as it sank past the initial tight ring of muscle and slid inside me. I could feel myself closing around the narrow base, and I knew I would be able to keep it inside me, albeit uncomfortably, while I walked.

“When you kneel by my side in the club, everyone walking by will the see glint of the diamond snug between your sweet arse cheeks and the brand of my family crest on your skin, and they’ll wish they owned you.”

He patted my bottom and then helped me to stand, holding my arm, and I teetered trying to adjust to the cold, alien weight of it inside me.

“Okay?” he asked.

I nodded, “Yes, Master.”

“Good girl,” he praised, striding into the bathroom to wash his hands. “Tonight will be fun.”

My hand was in Alexander’s as I alighted from his Town Car just down the street from the club. I was wearing six-inch spiked black heels so my focus was on the ground as I stepped onto the curb, but something in the air made me pause and look up before I’d even finished moving.

Our eyes connected like two magnets.

He looked utterly, devastatingly beautiful. His obsidian waves were tamed and pushed in a perfect wave to the side of his golden forehead, his tall, leanly muscled frame was encased in an impeccably cut suit that made him look like the movie star I believed he should have been.