Page 15 of Madness

I waved my hand in the air, pushing her comment aside. “You shouldn’t let anyone touch you.”

“It’s part of the job. If I’m nice to them, I get better tips.”

“You weren’t worried about being nice when you were here with me.” A smile crossed my lips. “Of course, coming on my fingers was very nice.”

“Don’t.” She raised a finger as if it could stop me. A blush bloomed on her cheeks. She didn’t like being reminded of that. “I’m leaving.”

She turned towards the door. I could’ve got up and grabbed her again. Touched her body like I had before until she crumbled for me. But tonight, I wanted a different kind of fun. I was going to break her mind.

“How much will you make in tips tonight?” I asked before she could open the door.

“About $300.” Kincaid took a deep breath as if saying the next part was hard. “I really need the money.”

I almost laughed. This was too easy. She was giving away her weakness readily. Maybe she would be easy to break after all.

“I’ll give you $2,000 if you stay in here with me for the rest of your shift.”

She whipped around, and her wintery eyes widened. I could feel the hope clinging to her skin. She needed the money. I was enough of a monster to use whatever advantage I could get.

I could’ve given her more. I could afford five times that much, and it wouldn’t even dent the wealth I had. But I wanted her at my disposal. I wanted her to keep coming back from more. Her gaze flicked to where my hand rested on the table. Her ears turned red. From arousal or anger?

I brought my hand to my face and ran my thumb along my bottom lip. She tracked the movement. I could almost hear her thoughts.

Kincaid was remembering how these fingers had touched her. How I licked her taste from them. I could see her nipples tighten behind the top she wore. She might pretend she didn’t want this, but she did.

“What will I have to do?” I was almost proud of her for hiding the fear in her voice. And it turned me the fuck on how hard she was fighting.

“What do you want to do?” I licked my lips and watched as she rubbed her thighs together. She was so expressive, and she didn’t even know it. I fucking loved it. It made it easier for me. “Does that greedy pussy want my fingers again?”

“No!” Her denial was too quick as the blush crept down her neck. “What I want is to go back to work.”

I wasn’t letting her near any of the men out there. At least not until I had all of her. Then when she was addicted to me, I’d throw her away. The last act in crushing her soul.

“Not an option. If you walk out of this room without accepting my gracious offer, I’ll just have your boss bring you back. And you won’t get any money.” I smiled as Kincaid narrowed her eyes at me. Such defiance. It made my cock hard as steel. “But if you agree to stay now without knowing what I want, then you’ll get the money.”

“Are you going to hurt me?” Her voice trembled this time.

The sound washed over me, giving me the thrill that escaped earlier. It wasn’t fear I was hearing. It was desire. She wanted to be hurt. And I was going to give it to her. I was going to be the only one who did.

“Only if you ask nicely, like a good little slut.”

“I would never ask for that.” She whispered.

This time I did laugh. This was the second time I’d laughed in her presence. I wasn’t someone who showed their emotions, not like Kincaid. But her lie amused me. She really wanted to believe that was true. But I’d seen inside her mind. Behind the good girl façade.

She loved when I bit her skin. Pinched her clit. She liked feeling the pain as much as I enjoyed giving it to her. I’d make her admit.

Soon.

“Sit down, Kincaid.”

She hesitated for a second before taking the seat across the table from me. As if the table could stop me from touching her. It was fine for now because I wanted to see the reactions on her face. I smiled both at her defiant choice of seat and that I’d forced her to stay.

Kincaid placed her hands in her lap like she wanted to keep every part of her body as far away from me as possible. I looked at her across the table. The dim light highlighted her features. Her cheekbones were high, and her eyes wide, making it easier to read her. She bit into her plump lower lip, giving me visions of those lips wrapped around my cock as I fucked her mouth. Her skin was fair, and I knew how silky it felt.

She was so soft and fragile. So breakable.

I shifted to alleviate the tightening in my pants. It wasn’t time for that yet. I wanted to play with her first. Make her beg.