Her connection to me was far too intriguing to send her away.
I tipped my head, locking eyes with his before motioning toward the door.
Dante nodded, backing away instantly, realizing he'd crossed the line. "I'll call you in the morning, boss. Let me know if you need anything."
"Just keep your mouth shut about this, Dante." I waited until the office door was closed before walking toward the bar, pouring two hefty tumblers of bourbon. I watched her as she studied my office, her body swaying. I grabbed a bar towel, wetting it with warm water before taking the drinks and the cloth in her direction. I expected her to wince or appear frightened. When she offered a slight smile, I was forced to admit, I was drawn to her for some inexplicable reason.
Her hand was still shaking as she reached out, taking the towel tentatively. I noticed several of her manicured fingernails were broken. My rage increased.
I pointed toward the couch, trying my best to keep my patience with her. She was openly petrified, strangled sounds continually pushing past her lips. I eased one of the drinks in front of her, moving to sit on the oversized chair. I continued to study her as she wiped her face, tenderly at first then her actions becoming manic, her chest rising and falling erratically.
"Hey, take it easy, doll. You've obviously been through an ordeal."
Seconds later, she dropped the cloth, immediately reaching for the drink, at first almost knocking it over. When she was able to grasp the thick glass, she took several gulps, her swallowing sounds exaggerated.
"Who did this to you?"
Five seconds passed.
Another ten.
"I..." She rocked her body, unable to look me in the eyes.
I waited for a full minute, savoring the smooth liquor as it slid down the back of my throat. I moved the glass from hand to hand, uncertain how to approach this. "Look, if you want my help, you're going to have to talk to me. Patience isn't one of my virtues, so you need to at least tell me your name."
Another hesitation.
A slight moan.
"All right. I don't play games, doll. I'll call you a cab and you can clean yourself up in one of my bathrooms before it arrives." I moved to a standing position, frustrated as fuck, turning away from her and heading toward my desk in order to grab my phone.
"Wait," she pleaded.
I shifted toward her slowly as she lifted her head. "My name is Sierra Fox, Lorenzo. Maybe you remember me. I had nowhere else to go and you are the only man I can trust. The truth is, you're the only man who can keep me alive. If he finds me, he's going to kill me."
Oh, my God.
My cock twitched, my balls tightening. I was more aroused than I'd been in years, four years to be exact.
As I looked into her penetrating emerald green eyes, I was lost for a moment in one of the sweetest memories I'd ever had.
"You belong to me," I stated in a commanding tone as I rubbed the leather strap between my fingers.
"Yes, sir," Sierra whispered, struggling with the shackles binding her lovely ankles and wrists.
"I told you that you were required to obey me at all times and you fucked up, doll. Now, you're going to receive harsh punishment just like I promised." My mouth watered seeing her naked body strapped to the bed. I wanted nothing more than to shove my cock into her tight little asshole.
Like I'd done several times in the past few days.
Like I would again after whipping her.
I rubbed my hand across her rounded bottom, still warm from the last spanking I'd given her, and inhaled. The scent of her perfume mixing with her feminine wiles was almost too much to bear, but she required a reminder that no matter where she was, she would always belong to me.
I gave her four strikes, one coming after the other. The sound of her husky moans was a reminder that I was a sadistic man, although this beautiful woman had brought out another side of me. One of caring.
One of almost desperate hunger.
Electricity soared, roaring like a wild beast, my throbbing cock straining against my tight pants. The moment I brought down the strap again, the whooshing sound invigorating, I almost lost control. Her bottom blossomed in a warm kiss of pink. I could lose myself in this girl.
One day I would own her, body and soul.
One day there would be no turning back, no way she could say no.
One day she would be mine.
I swallowed hard, my entire body shaking from the visions as well as the vile anger.
At that very moment and without a second's worth of reservation, I vowed that I would find this motherfucking asshole. I would hunt him down no matter how long it took, and the useless piece of garbage would die by my hands.
Slowly.
Painfully.
His death the only mercy he'd ever receive.
And I was tingling with excitement. Four years before