Owned (Decadence after Dark, #1)

by M. Never

I listen to her tell Jett everything she’s feeling. She opens up to him, and I’m stung with jealousy. I want her to confide in me. Trust me. I own her. Not Jett.

But on some sick, sadistic level—it was the best sex of my life. If I’m honest, every time with Ellie is the best sex of my life.

You want her to confide in you, you want her to trust you. You want her to love you, then show her how you feel. Don’t just stick your dick in her and walk out of the room.”

She’s either your whore or your lover. She can’t be both.”

“Wanna know a secret?” He leans into my face. I nod. “You may not believe it, but you hold all the power.”

“A safe word.” I keep massaging her firmly. “For our emotions. Use it when you feel upset or want to talk. Or just need me to make love to you. Say it.

“Let’s go, kitten. I’ll show you the house.”

I don’t want her to know or see too much. For Ellie, the dark is the safest place.

The clientele who come here are top of the line, prestigious, and expect nothing less than luxury and complete and utter anonymity.

“Not everything is as it seems. You’d do best to remember that. And every woman in this house is here of her own free will.”

We spend the rest of the afternoon wandering the gardens in silence. I never let go of her hand, and she never tries to pull it away. It sprouts a small seed of hope inside me.

We both sit facing the threesome with Ellie perched between my legs.

All my girls have pet names; it keeps things ambiguous and fantasy-like. These are two of my best girls, most naughty and adventurous.

She is not to touch me. Not in front of Ellie. I am merely a spectator. Until I take Ellie. She’s the only one I will fuck.

Arousing does not begin to describe the sight of two collared women linked together for the sole purpose of pleasing you.

A man possessed by a little pleasure kitten who wears my collar and purrs my name.

I love all that shit. Sex toys, submission, and bondage. But I love it even more when it’s with Ellie. She blows me away. Her strength. Her playfulness. Her willingness. All the things that drew me to her in the first place have manifested tenfold. My little kitten is a force to be reckoned with.

Last night was the most intense, excruciating, amazing night of my life.

him. I like him like this, open and affectionate. I like the Dom too. I’m beginning to realize I’m fond of all of Kayne’s sides,

“Javier is up to something. We should have heard from El Rey by now. There should be meetings set up. A drop point. Accounts established. None of that has happened.

If we make the wrong move our cover will be blown and years of hard work will be worth shit.”

“You can tell me what the fuck is going on. You have been under my roof for a month. Eaten my food and fucked my women. But made no mention of El Rey.”

Six months ago an associate of mine contacted me. A real stand up hell of a guy. He informed me El Rey had caught wind of my tequila empire.

An American who exports alcohol out of Mexico and runs an elite brothel. My less than perfect morals intrigued him. He saw an opportunity to do business with me,

They wanted to utilize my exportation of tequila to move drugs into the US. I have plenty of customs agents in my pocket, which El Rey was already aware of. He definitely does his homework.

Once there, I realized the true depth of evil I was dealing with. Besides being a main player for one of Mexico’s largest drug cartels, he was also a slave trader. He had dozens of girls broken beyond repair.

After that night, I swore that girl’s death wouldn’t be in vain. I would destroy Javier, El Rey, and anyone else associated with them.

That’s why I took Ellie. I knew what Javier was capable of.

She’s quickly become the solace in my tumultuous life. With her, I’m the best part of all my sides.

I had a state-of-the-art lock installed the morning after Javier assaulted her.

I barely recognize the woman in front of me. She’s a seductress. A temptress. And I realize now, she’s not the only one who’s owned in this room.

El Rey will be arriving in two days.

He’s making me into someone new. Someone strong and sexual and barely recognizable. Someone who’s learning she loves to serve him.

“Tomorrow night I’m throwing a party. A very special guest is arriving,” he says. “You need to be on your best behavior.

El Rey will be on American soil. He will be in my home. The deal will be made. Shit will implode. My mission will be complete.

I train all the women who work for us.” “Train? Like how Kayne trained me?” “Yes. Very much like that.”

“These cages are decorations for the party. I thought it would be a fun birthday present for Kayne to have his own captive angel. That’s the theme.”

No matter where you go or who you’re with. You’ll always be mine.”

“Forgive me for every wrong I have ever done to you.” The request sidelines me. Forgive him?

Tonight everything changes. My life as I’ve known it for the last six years.

An open space set up with tables, crosses, and swings. Basically everything your average kinky fucker could desire. What makes the playroom so special is that it comes complete with women, ready and willing.

It’s the first time she’s ever invoked cupcake, and I know exactly what she needs. Me. A connection.