Owned (Decadence after Dark, #1)

by M. Never

All I can think about is that old expression you should be careful what you wish for. Because ever since he strolled into this company, I have lusted after him. Wishing that just once he would notice me. Well, today he did. And all I want to do is die.

All the tripping

He hired me straight out of high school and I have worked my way up from novice secretary to irreplaceable personal assistant during that four year time.

Coming from the poor family I did, I learned quickly that I am the master of my own destiny. If I want something out of life, the only person who can afford it to me, is me. My upbringing wasn’t all bad though. Contrary to the bottom line of their bank account, my family had a wealth of love to give.

Poor

I walk Kayne to the conference room with him trailing slightly behind me, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he’s stealing glimpses of my ass. It turns me on and makes me uncomfortable all at the same time. I guess that’s what I get for wearing the tightest pencil skirt I own.

Checking her out

“Will you be there?” he counters. “It depends.” “On what?” “If I’ll be spending the evening alone or not.” I stare straight up at him, trying not to waver. “Are you asking me out, Ellie?” Am I? “Maybe.” I bite my lip. “Then maybe I’ll be there.”

Maybe

I like to dominate. I want submission. I’ll tie you up and have my way with you until you beg me to stop.

“I don’t think it’s wise to be seen in public together.” I speak through clenched teeth.

“It means I have acquired you and you belong to me.”

“Suit yourself. You’ll stay in there until you’re ready. I want your submission, Ellie. And I’ll get it.”

Locked up

I’m going to teach you to be a good kitten.”

There are nude statues everywhere depicting sexual acts and large portraits of naked women in compromising positions hanging on the walls.

“All you need to know is that I want you, Ellie. I want your obedience, I want your submission, and I want your body.”

The only way to keep her safe is to turn her into the one thing I’m trying to protect her from.

I may run an elaborate whore house, but no one has the right to treat another human being like that.

“The only thing I can tell you is things aren’t always as they seem.”

“Maybe a night with my clients is all you need. I’ll string you up, gag you, and blindfold you. Then watch as they have their way with you. Just like you saw the other night.”

“Warrior mindset, my friend. Ellie got caught in the crossfire and now you have to protect her by any means possible.

Her biggest hang-up is perception. The taboo lifestyle. Break down the barriers of belief and she’ll be eating out of your hand.”

“It’s a whore house, Ellie. An upscale brothel. We keep women here for pleasure.”

I bounced from foster home to foster home my entire life.

He definitely helped shape the man I am today. He taught me about discipline and control. He opened my trust with loyalty, my mind with books, and my body with women. I was a virgin until I was nineteen.

This is the vicious circle my life is becoming. Alone all day, misused at night. I’m nothing more than a pet to play with.

My body altogether loves him and hates him. The past few days have broken down so many barriers it’s becoming harder and harder to refuse him.

The energy in the office is different compared to all the other times I’ve been here.

I knew Ellie being taken would put a strain on her friends and family, but I never imagined Mark would blame himself or fall the fuck apart.

The wait is nearly killing me.

Tonight I know I’m going to say yes. My mind has finally lost the war. It will be my descent into darkness. I’ll finally be his. I try not to think about what that means. All I know is that I need more. My body needs more. It’s becoming dependent,

That tortilla-eating motherfucker did this to make a point. To flex his superiority. To get to me.

This was never supposed to happen. He was never supposed to get to her.

I know in that instance I have her. A butterfly trapped in my web. My web of lies, and my web of deception. My web of selfishness, because I’ve always wanted Ellie.

I know I’ve said I want her obedience, and her submission, and her body, but what I want most of all is her mind.

I lift the new collar to show her. This one is less harsh, more feminine. With rhinestones. It also has a padded inside so it won’t rub uncomfortably against her skin. I slide it around her neck and lock it in place. I yank her forward by it and give her a kiss. “I like you collared, baby. I like you naked. I like you mine.”

For all our sakes. An arm’s length is where I have to keep her. Owner/pet. Master/slave. That is as far as the relationship can go.

“This is my fucking house. You will respect me and my girls.

“Your gaming privileges have been revoked. No more playtime for you. You’ve had your fun.”

I despise that fucking patronizing tone.

That’s how physically demanding he is. But emotionally? It means nothing. It’s empty. I’m empty. When I used to fantasize about Kayne Roberts, his mischievous personality and charismatic smile were always center stage. He was nothing like the tyrant who keeps me captive.

I’ve never watched porn before and its effects are startling.

Orgasm control, or denial in this case, is a fundamental technique used to bond dominant and submissive. Or with us, Master and slave. It creates intense arousal and physiological need. Need only I can fulfill.

For the first time in my life, I want to stay tangled in a woman’s embrace. In Ellie’s embrace.

“Ellie, I want to warn you up front. Tonight is going to be intense.”

“There’s a situation that needs your immediate attention.”

Usually the sound of a woman begging sends me into a state of sexual frenzy. At the moment, it’s not eliciting anything sexual from me at

“All night. I’m going to fuck you like this all night.”

“You’re mine, Ellie, and I want to hear you scream.” And I do, over and over, orgasm after orgasm, until our fluids are soaking the bed, my voice is gone, and my body is limp.

It fucking hurts. I feel empty and used. This life is hard, nothing like the one I dreamed of having.

how am I supposed to survive like this? I feel empty. How am I supposed to live with no emotion? No love? As just someone’s pet?

“I didn’t work my ass off for four years so I could end up like this. As nothing. No one. I was supposed to start school in the fall.

“When it comes to you, his emotions are more present than you think.”

“He can’t get enough of you. You’re the first woman I’ve ever seen him like this with.” “Animalistic?” I snap. “Infatuated.”