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So, I texted Atlas instead. I won’t be back to Arcadia tonight. You and Caleb can do whatever you like.

There was a pause, then Atlas replied: Caleb isn’t here. Fuck knows where he is.

Anger flexed inside me, and I almost dialed Caleb’s number. But no, he’d told me that if I wanted Isabel kept safe, I had to let him do it his way.

I didn’t like it though.

Fine, I texted back. I presume he’s looking after Isabel.

I’d love to chat about this more, Atlas responded. But I have a situation here. Text you later.

I frowned at the screen. It was unlike Atlas to be so terse. Then again, if the ‘situation’ he was dealing with was what I thought it was — a woman, or maybe more than one — then no wonder he wasn’t interested in chatting.

Atlas was a playboy through and through and he didn’t care who knew it.

I found his lifestyle distasteful — a playboy in their twenties is very different from a playboy in their early forties — but then he found me judgmental, so I suppose that made us even.

He was a good man, though. He’d had my back during one of the hardest times of my life, as had Caleb, and while I knew I was a difficult person to be friends with, I valued having both men in my corner.

Beside me, the little one shifted and abruptly I forgot all about my friends as her scent, sweetness and delicate musk wove around me, reminding me of the sight of her fingers moving in her pussy and her hips shifting, of the sound of her moans through the cotton of her gag. The way she’d come exactly when I’d instructed her to do so, the orgasm lighting her up like a flame to dry tinder.

My cock pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of my pants, and I found myself debating the merits of pulling her into my lap and fucking her right here in the car. But that was a loss of control I’d never allow myself, plus my driver was present. I kept my predilections private for several reasons, and public scenes had never been my thing anyway. I didn’t want to be distracted by onlookers and I didn’t want my sub being distracted either.

So, I kept my hunger under a tight leash until we finally got home.

My TriBeCa house had cost me a cool thirty million when I’d bought it years ago and I’d spent a few million more on turning it into a fortress. On three levels, it was full of state-of-the-art smart home technology that I’d built Fox Tech on, and no one got in if I didn’t want them to.

My driver took us into the underground parking garage beneath the building and from there, I ushered her into the elevator that took us into the house.

She said nothing the whole way, though when we finally stepped out of the elevator into the first-floor hallway, she stared around as if she’d never been in a house before.

I preferred uncluttered, clean lines in my living areas, so the hall was white, the floor polished dark wood. I liked the same in my artwork so most of the art on the walls was black and white, though there were a couple of bright bursts of color too, in the form of some abstracts. Juliana’s favorite.

I took the sub’s elbow and urged her down the hallway toward the living area. It was one of my favorite places — massive and open, with windows down one end. There was a huge, white sectional sofa that faced the windows, and white rugs on the dark carpet of the floor. Discreet white shelves lined the white walls and were filled with neatly shelved books and the odd piece of elegant artwork, as well as the sleek, silver slabs of my AV system. A low coffee table sat before the sofa, nothing on it but a plain glass vase with one delicate orchid placed with artistic precision. The orchid was from my housekeeper, who always felt as if my house could do with some ‘life’.

The little one was looking around, her eyes wide. Obviously, she wasn’t used to a place like this. It made me wonder where she’d come from, what the truth about her was, and what her motives for being here were. She wanted me and she wanted to explore her submissive side, but there was more to it than that, I was certain. Perhaps tonight, I’d find out.

“Kneel,” I ordered, pointing to the carpet in front of me.

Her attention came back to me, and I could see familiar sparks glow in her eyes again. I felt the dominant in me shift at her response, all my focus zeroing in on her.

Pretty sub. Disobedient sub. Was she going to test me? I hoped so.

“Drop your gaze,” I said softly. “And kneel. Do not make me say it again.”

A flush rose to her cheeks and this time she did as she was told, lowering her gaze, and then going gracefully to her knees on the carpet in front of me.

I looked down at her, kneeling so beautifully, attention straight ahead, and my cock became insistent. “You wanted to get rid of your virginity, little one,” I said. “In which case, I’ll take it now.”

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Zara

Finally, I was here, in his house, and I should have been thinking about my mission. But I couldn’t. All I could think about was that this was what I’d asked for, this was what I’d wanted.

Him.

I shivered, my heartbeat raging in the cage of my ribs.