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Never.

I was going to rule from her father's throne and she had no choice in the matter. The Scarpettas were coming for everything they'd been denied and Diamond's birthright was going to help me do just that.

My fingers eased over the security keypad as I typed in the numbers. Flipping off the lights and locking the mansion up nice and tight, I walked to my car. It was time to get this show on the road. I needed to see a man about a wedding date.

Chapter 6

Diamond

The whip felt heavy in my hands. A strap was wrapped around my delicate gloved wrist, black gloves that went all the way to the elbow. The hilt of it was encrusted with sapphires and rubies that had been soldered into a black metal handle and from that spouted a long braided thong. What could I say, I loved the most ostentatious shit.

With cat-like expertise, I gave the whip a little flit.

It snapped out like lightning and I gave a little cackle as I looked over at the man with the ball gag in his mouth. He had come to The Diamond because he wanted to be dominated. He spent all day in control at work and then he would go home and have sex with his wife but he wouldn't come. There was no way he could...because their sex life was too vanilla.

More than likely he was married to a very prim and proper housewife, who spent her days baking pies and attending weekly Bible study sessions. There was no way he could reveal his secret fantasies.

And that was what The Diamond gave him.

That was what I gave him.

Release.

He could be his true self here; he could be whipped and tortured with nipple clamps and no one would be the wiser. Here he could experience what I liked to call "The Diamond Experience." When you paid for The Diamond Experience, there was no judgment only peace and surrender.

"Have you been a bad boy Judge?"

His eyes went wide in anticipation. His white skin had turned flush. He had already paid for an hour-long session but this was part of the experience. It was part of the build-up.

I licked the whip, my tongue gliding against the leather. I was excited to release some of the torture I'd been dealing with on this man. Thierry Scarpetta had become a thorn in my fucking side. He'd purchased a mansion and thought that I could be easily bought. He most certainly had another thing coming if he thought he was going to continue being a nuisance.

Somewhere in the room, my phone began to vibrate.

Mentally, I rolled my eyes.

Taking the whip, I draped it around Judge Thomason's neck. "You stay extremely still, okay judge."

Reaching down, I pulled on the nipple clamp and he moaned before nodding yes like a good boy. Making my way over to the small stand near the door, I picked my phone up, about to click silence when I saw that it was my father calling.

Since hearing of his news, I'd become more worried lately. Deciding to take the call in the hallway, I stepped out of the room to answer. This area was soundproofed so none of the stage music could penetrate unless someone opened the door at the end of the hall.

"Hello, daddy?"

"Ivy," his voice sounded clipped.

"What's wrong?"

"Nautica says she's been texting you about dinner all week," he spoke.

I looked at my phone for just a moment and placed it back to my ear. "Yeah, I've been meaning to..."

"Ivy...don't fucking mean it. You know she doesn't call for just anything...I want you to get your ass here within the hour."

A huff escaped my lips. "No."

I heard him sigh on the other end of the line. "Please."

My father never said please. Something was wrong. I just didn't know if I wanted to go and find out what exactly was the matter. Rolling my eyes I agreed. The Judge and I were going to have to cut our evening short.