Ludale decided that he must be stronger than he gave himself credit for. Being able to stay so long without dominating. Without inflicting pain.
Since, he was a young lad he had grown accustomed to his dark kinky side of him. He had welcomed that side of him because of the dark pleasure that comes from watching the pain he inflicts, the fear he instills. It always has a heady rush.
After months of being without his perfect plaything, he misses it all. Oh, yeah, the house was deserted.
There's a light at the end of the tunnel though. In just seventy-two hours she would be back in his arms. That was what the bounty hunter said, the last time they were on the phone.
He has waited for months. What is three days, that he can't wait for?
"Good day, sir."
He gave a curt nod at his chief security as he walked through the hallway that leads to the bedroom, not allowing himself to be pulled out of his thought. This time around, he'll have her under lock and key.
He just need that baby. That child will act like a nooze around her neck. She won't ever run away again when he has that bastard child, and she will do every damn thing he says. Every one of it.
The truth is, he doesn't really give a shit about that brat of hers. He'd bet his mansion that the brat is not his.
After all, he has shared his wife with other men. Under his command and permission of course, but nonetheless. So, there's all possibility that the brat isn't his. Not that it mattered if it's his.
He doesn't care a bit about little brats.
Instead of walking to his bedroom though, he made his way to the Fun room. A room he set up specifically for Jasamina. He will teach her a little when he finally has her in his grasp.
He entered the room. Everything was in place. Everything was ready. He surveyed the room for anything amiss and smiled in satisfaction. The several whip he bought were there. The leather chairs with ropes for strapping her on them. The dildos. Electrocuting vibrators. The paddles.
She went far away and got herself a boyfriend? A fuck boy? Oh, will she regret it.
This time around, the first thing he'll do is to tattoo his name bolding on her back as his possession she is. Even the tattoo materials are waiting in one side of the room.
His possession. His plaything. Oh, she will bear his mark.
After all, he bought her fair and square. Still paying for her, if the money her parents takes from him occasionally counts.
As always, entering this room never ceases to stop giving him a hard on. He'd forgotten how many times he laid down on that leather chair and stroke himself to fierce orgasm at the thought of the fun he planned to have with her when she's finally in his grasp.
His hardness was so profound, it was almost painful.
With jerky hands, he locked the door. He unbuckled himself and stroke himself off as usual, too pent up to disregard the arousal. His strokes long, rough, impatient and fierce.
He came with a groan, his release left him shaken as usual. Thank fuck, the Fun room has a connecting door with the master bedroom.
He walked through that door into his bedroom, leaving a trail of his work clothes on the floor as he headed for the bathroom. The damn houseworkers will clean up.
Even after the small relief, he still felt uptight and angry. His wanted to sink into the wet heat of Jasamina. That's where he wants to find his own release, not in his damn fist.
"In three days. Everything will be alright in three days." He said as he turned on the shower. He can't wait.
TANNER
The bus station was bustling with people hurrying to catch their rides. I stood there with Jaimie in my arms, taking in the chaos around me, but my mind was only focused on one thing: leaving Jasamina behind.
I turned to see her standing a few feet away, tears brimming in her eyes. Despite trying to put on a brave face, I could see the sadness etched on her features. She gave me a watery smile, and my heart ached at the sight of her struggling to hold back her emotions.
"You have to get on the bus now, it's about to move," she whispered to me, trying to put on a brave face.
I nodded in response, but my feet were rooted to the ground. I didn't want to leave her side, but I knew I had to. The bus was scheduled to leave, and we had to board it soon.
Anya was standing in front of us, her arms around Xax, whispering something to him. He hugged her back, his arms wrapped tightly around her.
Jasamina's eyes followed my movements as I started to lift Jaimie towards her. But just as I was about to hand him over to her, he woke up, his small fingers grabbing onto my hair in a tight fist. Jasamina's eyes filled with tears as she saw the way Jaimie clung to me, even as she tried to quickly wipe them away.