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And before I have a chance to blink, I’m shoved down onto my knees.
Master fists that same hand around my bun and pulls my head back so I look up at him. He’s holding his cock in the other hand, which he turns toward me.
“You have a choice,umnitsa.” His tight grip on my hair says otherwise. “You can open that pretty mouth of yours and show me how good you suck me. Or I can open that pretty mouth for you and make you choke on it myself. Which will it be?”
“Yes, Master.” I blink slowly, doing my best to show him just how sweet and compliant I can be. His perfect living fuckdoll, if that’s what he wants.
He growls his approval and guides my head back. “Open wide,umni?—”
“Sir?”
Master hisses a curse under his breath. “What?” he snaps at the intruder, who is blessedly standing far off in the doorway and very pointedlynotlooking at us.
“There’s a call for you, sir.”
“I’m fucking busy?—”
“It’s urgent, sir. Per your request?” The way the man says it sounds like he’s urging Master to remember telling him to do something so he doesn’t have to spell it out.
Master glares at the man, still fisting my hair while slowly stroking his cock. Then, like a light switch was just flipped inside his head, he sucks in a deep breath and nods. “Very well. I’ll take the call in my study.”
The man nods and quickly leaves.
Master sighs deeply and focuses back on me. “I’m afraid I must leave you yet again. But make no mistake: I’ll be back to finish this.”
He seems to have more he wants to say, but the same man from earlier pops in through the doorway to discreetly remind Master of the phone call. Master snarls, but he relents and shoves me hard to the ground just so he can walk over me as he leaves.
Another man quickly approaches, taking me by the arm and leading me down an unfamiliar hallway. He doesn’t say a word and he doesn’t look at me. I don’t know if I’m grateful for either of those things. At least he’s not too rough?
I’m shoved inside a different bedroom from the first two. It’s much smaller than either, but there’s still a decent-sized bathroom with a shower.
I know I just took one a few hours ago. Already, I feel like I need to take a scalding hot one again.
48
DEMYEN
I watch the geisha pouring our tea. I can’t help wondering how much is for show and how much is actually real. Is she a normal waitress wearing costume jewelry and cheap makeup…
Or one of Raizo’s slaves, with “duties” that extend far beyond serving drinks?
“I’ve always been partial to sake,” Raizo says, breaking the silence before I have the chance. “But I suppose tea is best, being the middle of the day and all.”
“Better keep your wits about you.” I offer a wry smile and lift my teacup to him. “I’d hate to see you trip over a simple mistake.”
Like double-crossing me, you stupid motherfucker.
I was the one who insisted on meeting, and I chose a very public place for us to relax, order some food, and at least pretend like we’re not about to murder each other: Raizo’s beloved teahouse, filled with unsuspecting tourists and innocent staff members. It’s his comfort zone and one of the few places that keeps him in check the same way my casino main floor checks me.
Basic rule: keep crime business away from your legitimate business so you always have a fallback.
And so the cops don’t come sniffing around when they investigate the deaths.
Raizo smiles at me. It feels so wolfish. “How are things now that Clara is out of the picture? Are you able to relax more?”
“Funny you should ask that.” I take a soothing sip of tea before I continue. “Iwasplanning on relaxing more, but then someone decided to blow up my warehouse and murder several of my men.”
“Oh, God, are you alright?” Raizo frowns. I’ve seen him bluff before, and he’s not very good at it. This is no exception.
