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 ...

With drink in hand, I wandered around my subterranean chambers of sin, ensuring all the rooms had been re-stocked with condoms, gels, and vibrators, for the use of my guests.

They all knew the rules. Condoms were to be used at all times---no exceptions. All vibrators were new, and only to be used on the girl found in that chamber. They were to be disposed of at the conclusion of every soiree.

In one room, Piper was being led around on a chain, on all fours. A snigger made it passed my lips when the petite little blonde was made to crawl passed me, her eyes fixed firmly on the floor in front of her. She absolutely hated being on a leash. She said the thick leather collar cut into her throat too much, and left too many chafe marks. Yet, I knew she wouldn’t complain. I paid her handsomely to be a part of my available entertainment on these nights.

I no longer showcased any viewings of my private collection while hosting my coterie. That wasn’t something I’ve done since that disastrous night Angelica had discovered their existence, and became a stark raving lunatic.

I walked passed Lily in another room, who was tied to a table top. Entering, I dragged a finger across her cute little ass that was shoved so deliciously high up in the air, while I reached for a red and black flogger hanging on the wall.

Lifting it off, I reveled in the feel of the plaited leather handle in the palm of my hand, and I was unable to resist the temptation to flagellate her proffered flesh. So open---so available.

I sighed with pleasure, while I watched the marks reddening across her ivory skin, and gave her one further hard lash just for good measure, before I returned the flogger to its rightful position amongst the many on the wall.

Her shoulder length brunette hair was tied back, and a large ball gag was fitted firmly around her head. Her saliva was dripping down, forming strings from her widened mouth that reached down to the tiled floor beneath her.

Ahhh---Mia. I stood in the doorway of the third chamber, and focused my attention on the activities happening inside. She was tied to a plush velvet chair with solid, and sturdy arms, her wrists fastened with rope to the end of the armrests. Her legs were spread, and tied with rope wrapped around her thighs, and stretched up towards the back of the chair, exposing her juicy little pussy so openly, and so fetchingly on display, her little hood ring glinting in the beams of light projected around the room.

I smiled affectionately while I strolled passed her being used by Ethan Sparks---a very respectable high court judge, who just adored dishing out a little pain when he fucked his girls.

Tonight he was utilizing some extremely harsh nipple clamps with heavy weights attached to the ends, and a reasonably thick chain between the two. He enjoyed pulling on that chain to hear Mia whimper, and see her face contort with distress around her ball gag.

She was always extremely amenable at my little get-togethers, and a favorite among my guests. Her short fiery mane of auburn hair was left loose, being too short to tie it up in any fashion, although she still has enough to grasp hold of to pull her head back.

“Nathan…,” Jaxon Sanderson came up behind me, and I turned to greet him.

“Glad you could make it, man,” I clapped him on the top of his shoulder with a wide grin. “Let me arrange a drink for you.”

I lifted my arm, and caught the attention of one of the beautiful little waitresses roaming naked around inside the rooms, and requested two neat scotches. After handing the tumbler to Sanderson he leaned in, and spoke in a private tone near my ear.

“Do you know any more regarding Angelica?”

I grinned while I recalled the phone call I made to him the night of the masquerade.

“Do you know what time it is?”

“I do.” I retorted smugly.

“This better be important. I’ve got company.”

“Angelica’s back.”

I smiled when I heard the sharp intake of Sanderson’s breath. She used to be a favorite of his, and he had made a regular appearance in her movies. I knew I’d captured his attention.

“Fuck me!”

The eagerness I still heard in his voice now, depicted his delight in knowing my Cherub was still around---and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.

“I’m working on it,” I responded cautiously. “There are a few---obstacles---I need to work around.”

If he thinks he’s going to have Angelica before I’ve had my fill of her, he’s got another think coming.

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