I nodded my head weakly, feeling so defeated and lost, but in that moment, I let myself believe the false sense of hope envisioning a future with Snyder brought to me.
In my heart it all made perfect sense.
But in my head, my thoughts were nothing more than ugliness and full of dread. Sabbath may be gone for the moment from the clubhouse, but eventually he would come back, and when he did, he would be looking for me.
Because even though hopes and dreams felt so touchable and within reach, it still didn’t change the fact that I was Sabbath’s Ol’ Lady. And no amount of hiding and sneaking around was going to change that.
Protecting me was one thing... but was Snyder or anyone else willing to do the only thing that would free me from this prison I was in?
No. Because in order to do that, they’d have to kill Sabbath... and no one had the balls to pull the trigger.
Not even me.
Chapter Nine
Wasp
Games had a funny way of being one-sided. For two whole days, my little minx eluded me, wandering around the clubhouse in the shadows, leaving the room before I had a chance of entering it.
She wanted me again, but something was holding her back, something that was keeping her from giving in to her deepest and darkest desires and fully submitting.
I did learn one thing, though. She was a voyeur, and that was something I could use to my advantage.
“Master, why won’t you look at me?” Keelie asked, pulling on my arm as I stared at a spot on the wall.
“Did Master say you could talk to him?”
She shook her head, immediately looking at the floor. But something was irking me, so much so that I was ready to blow.
“Let me ask you something, little one. Do you enjoy fucking your Master?”
Her face lit up. “Of course!” An adorable squeak followed. One that would’ve made my dick hard had I believed it. But I didn’t believe her. She was good at pretending. She was good at playing the game. Unfortunately for her, she couldn’t win a game that I created.
“If that is true, then why is it you had a harder orgasm when Ramona ate your pussy than you ever had fucking me?”
She looked away, guilty as fuck.
“I—I dunno. It was different. It felt good.”
“Didn’t I make you feel good?”
“In a different way.” She winced. “But you also cause pain… sometimes it really hurts. It felt good to have pleasure that didn’t come with pain for once.”
Wringing my hands together, I tried to suppress my own inner guilt. But it was hard to block the shit from my past that created the monster I had turned into.
I could’ve said I was sorry for hurting her, but it wasn’t my style. “If it hurts so much, there’s the door.”
“What do you mean?” she asked with wide, fearful eyes.
My cold gaze turned on her. If looks could kill, she wouldn’t be breathing right now.
“I’m done with you, Keelie.”
“That’s not my name. It’s Slave or Little One, Master.”
“I’m not your fucking Master anymore.”
She laid a pathetic hand on my shoulder, which I immediately shrugged away. “You don’t mean that, Kolten. You love me.”