I’m her bitch now.
I reach between us and unfasten my zip, then I pull out my hard cock, slide it between her hot pussy, and shove inside. She cries out—part pain, part hunger. I’d know that sound anywhere. I fuck her hard, punishing, bruising her soft flesh as if she were a precious fruit. I run my hands over the marks I’ve left all over her body. My marks, my brand. And when she comes without my permission, I smile because we both know I’ll get to create more bruises later as punishment. I own her punishment. I own her, but perhaps she owns me too.
I come on her slick cunt, rubbing my seed into her flesh.
A knock sounds at the door.
Probably my Achilles disobeying orders that he too will need to be punished for, but it’s my brother’s voice that interrupts my reverie. “Open up.”
Pet tenses beneath me. I don’t know how she can be quite so terrified of a man who’s barely touched her when I’m the one who’s tortured her daily, but I suppose it’s instinctual. Hermes often rubs people the wrong way, especially slaves.
I tuck myself inside my pants as he bangs again, this time with more urgency.
“Hold your fucking horses.” I pull back the door and Hermes bursts into the room, his fury barely contained. He’s been drinking, too much.
He disdainfully eyes Pet on the bed. “You’re fucking her?”
“I’m training her.”
If Pet is offended by my remark, she’s smart enough not to show it. She’s sitting up with the sheet clutched close to her chest, her head bent, and her eyes cast down at the mattress.
“Training,” he scoffs.
“Is there a point to you being here, Brother?”
“Time to go,” Hermes says, sobering some. “Vladik will be arriving within the hour.”
“Fuck!”
“He can’t see us here, Ares.” My brother grabs my shoulders, drawing me in until his forehead rests on my own, something we always used to do as kids. “It will ruin any chance we have of getting—”
“You think I don’t fucking know that?” I snap.
“Get packing,” he slurs. “I’m having one of Texas’s men drive us.”
I nod, and follow my brother to the door. Slamming it firmly behind him, I take several deep breaths. Pet moves off the bed and sinks to her knees at my feet. “Sir?”
I glance at her pretty face, gently tilt her chin up to me. “What is it, Pet?”
“Who is Vladik?”
Ruination. “You don’t need to know.”
“Of course.” She bows her head and says, “It’s just when the devil looks at you with fear in his eyes at the mention of a man, it gives a girl cause to be curious, don’t you think?”
“You think I’m the devil?”
“I think you’re God and the Devil combined.”
I’m neither of those things, but my ego inflates with her opinion of me. “Get up. Get dressed. We need to be long gone before Vladik gets here.”
“Yes, Sir.”
***
We pull out of thedrive as a black, stretch limo pulls in. The windows of the town car are tinted, and thank god, because one look at Hermes and me, and every member of the vehicle would be shot on sight, all except Pet. He’s far too opportunistic to kill a slave girl he could earn top dollar for, or worse, one he could add to his own staff.
Once we’re several miles from the estate, I breathe easy, and both my brother and I stop looking over our shoulders. Hermes sits in the front beside the driver, and I put the divider up between us because I don’t like the way he’s scrutinizing my every move. He makes Pet uncomfortable, and I feel this strange sense of responsibility to protect her heart, now that I know it belongs to me.