His Word...Doubt ~ Book Two in the Trusted Saga ~ (excerpt)

Title : His Word...Doubt

Book Two in the Trusted Saga

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EXCERPT ...

Nathan Buchanan

I’d both cursed, and applauded Fifi Jackson for her constant pleading with me to accompany her to the Hamilton Estate as her escort---cursed her because I despised attending those damned events, but indebted to her because if she hadn’t, I wouldn’t have found my Angelica again.

And to think she’s been living right under my nose for all these years, while I remained oblivious. Precious. I wasn’t sure if that’s what she was calling herself these days, or if it was just some sort of term of endearment Webber used to address her at the masquerade.

Oh, Cherub---now that I know you’re around, I will find you. No matter how much it costs me.

My mind cast back four years, and I vividly remembered the special times I’d had with Angelica, like I had so many times over the years. The curvy little bombshell has been the only woman to have made an ever-lasting impression on me.

I ruefully reminisced about the last night she was mine, uttering a profanity under my breath. She pushed me too far that night, and I’d blindly lost all control. It was the one regret I had, and if I had my time over again, I would have handled the situation in a totally different manner.

Having my beautiful Cherub on my mind was distracting me, and before I knew it, I was in my viewing room, standing in front of my locked cabinet.

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the key, and inserted it in the lock, twisting it to open the doors to reveal my private collection of movies. There was only one I was searching for. The one that was playing the night Angelica came to learn of their existence.

I made sure the door to my room was locked, before I inserted the movie, and sat in the plush seat in front of the big screen. I lifted the remote, and pressed play. Angelica came to life on the big screen, and I let my memories wander. So perfect.

The decision to have that surgery changed my life, and I appreciated my urge to satisfy my vanity. A little nip, and tuck, here, and there, to keep my body in pristine condition, led to our first meeting.

Even dressed in that dowdy kitchen uniform, I knew Angelica had a delectable little body, and I’d used my patronage to the hospital to have her personally serve me my meals. The Buchanan name carried a hell of a lot of weight. They couldn’t afford to refuse my request.

Angelica was shy, perhaps even a little intimidated, by my presence, but she was responsive to my advances. From the very first moment I saw her small frame push that trolley in through the ward doors, I knew I wanted her to be mine.

And that’s exactly what she became.

Mine.

So young---so fresh---so vulnerable.

While Angelica’s image continued to play on the screen, I recalled the feel of her skin when I slid my hands along her fevered flesh. The way her hair became damp as her desire grew. The scent of her arousal so strong in my mind, I could almost taste her delicious crème. My mouth salivated. My cock was rock hard.

She’ll be mine, again. I will see to it.

She was naïve, and timid when I suggested trying new things, but so bloody grateful for my attention. The blundering lout her mother had married, had almost ruined her forever.

She was so eager to please, and responsive in the beginning. Blindfolding her did wonders for her curiosity, and my lips curled in a brief smile at the memory. I was wary introducing a third person to the mix, but Angelica enjoyed it.

Of course, I started her path to self-discovery gently, having a female join in to begin with. Watching another woman’s mouth bring the vivacious little beauty to the height of pleasure, had been so arousing. Being blindfolded, Angelica had absolutely no clue. She thought it was me.

I’d bound her wrists with rope fastened to the headboard. Her ankles were bound with black leather cuffs, and fastened to the posts on either side of the foot of the bed. Watching her back arch off the mattress when she convulsed in ecstasy, was mind-blowing. That it was another woman that brought Angelica to the height of orgasmic release was beside the point. She’d been completely unaware---totally, and utterly, oblivious.

I taught the curvaceous little girl some of the wonders, and enjoyment her body was able to give her. After that first introduction of sin, I knew I wanted to push her.

Over the ensuing weeks, I progressed so far, I had to have Angelica in my collection. She’d take pride of place. If only the blindfold hadn’t dislodged. She was upset, and embarrassed that night---totally stunned, and hurt when she realized I was filming her while she was blindfolded.

That night was the first night Angelica challenged me for the first time. My anger at her outright refusal to continue with my plans for her took control over me. That was the first time she saw what I’d managed to keep well hidden from her.

Angelica’s green eyes widened in shock with that first slap. She quickly learned I always got what I wanted. And what I wanted was Angelica–in every conceivable way.

After many tears on her part, and much firmness on mine, she started to learn who was in control. Because where else did she have to go? Nowhere, since her mother had thrown her out.

It was a pity I had to resort to spiking her drinks to procure her to comply with my desires. The results were certainly worth it. Angelica’s first movie was proof of that. Now, while I watched it playing, I regretted unleashing my anger on her as violently as I did. If only she’d behaved herself.

Her curves were certainly memorable. Every man, or woman who came in contact with her in my den of sin, wanted more of her. To this day, she remained the only woman in my collection to be specifically requested by them all. Angelica’s flavor was so unique that you could never forget her sweetness once you sampled it. You easily became addicted to the taste, and feel of her.

I’d gone overboard with her, and pushed her too far, too fast. Once again, Angelica’s eighteenth birthday replayed in my mind, while I continued to watch her image on the big screen.

I resorted to using needles for those last few weeks. I had to when Angelica became wary of accepting alcohol from me. She became suspicious. She thought she was so clever discarding the drinks in the potted plants, but she should have known I would see her every move.

I always had one eye on Angelica’s every movement. No matter where she was in the room at my parties, I would keep a close eye on her. My guests were known to try and gain extras, but she was my prize. No one was granted extras, unless it was what I wanted to offer. A little pin-prick, like a bee sting, in her upper thigh, or buttocks, had her compliant in no time.

It was her movie playing in my private screening room the night Webber finally relented to attend one of my little gatherings. He was captivated by Angelica. I saw it in his eyes when I walked into that room.

On the night this movie was made, she had five guests. No-one knew who she was---I made sure of that. I ensured she was hooded on every occasion.

Despite the many requests to know who the mystery woman was, I told almost no one. There was only one person who knew her true identity, apart from me---and I trusted my man, Sanderson, with my life.

Her long thick curls were always braided underneath the hood. Some guests liked to pull on it while they subjected her body to their wildest desires. Even in her drug-induced state, Angelica’s body responded to every touch. I was so delighted Webber conceded to attend that evening that I hadn’t kept my usual close eye on her whereabouts. When I saw Webber studying her image so closely, pride swelled inside my chest. Webber wanted her. Everyone wanted her. But I had her.

Webber had already departed that night by the time Angelica entered the viewing room. I was so enthralled watching her on the big screen that I didn’t notice her come in.

Then---all hell broke loose.

She became a raving lunatic, trying to knock the projector over, and pulling at all the cords, while she screamed like a shrew, which upset my guests. I had to act quickly to thwart her attempts. She fought me, viciously, and my anger surfaced.

My rage blinded me, and I closed my eyes trying to rid my mind of the image of seeing Angelica’s face bloodied, and her body battered, and bruised---the result of what I did to her. That little minx pushed me over the edge, and I’d snapped.

I left her, all alone, in my suite to think about her misbehavior. I needed to calm down, before I beat her so badly it would be a repeat of what happened with Jacqueline at Seduction one night when I lost control. That was a very close call. My membership was threatened by my actions that night.

That was the last memory I had of Angelica. She’d disappeared by the time I felt calm enough to tend to her. She was gone, my room empty. No one had seen her leave. How could she even walk, much less sneak out surreptitiously?

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