Rose (The Billionairess, #1.5)

Chapter 17: Tristen

I did not see Thomas again for the rest of the week. His classwork was getting heavier, so I gave him some time off to catch up. This was good to an extent. After all the nonsense with Tristen, I needed a break from mena dn relationship conflcit for a while. So, I threw myself into work for the following days, until my itch to see a man on his knees came back, and I left Thomas a single note that read PLAYROOM on the day he returned.

It felt so nice to do a scene after days of separation. I stripped, bound, and blindfolded Thomas and put him on the crimson Playroom floor. I ran the riding crop along his shoulder blades, watching his sweet flesh shiver. A little tease so I could watch his skin beg for the pain I had to offer him.

Then, I sent the crop thrashing on his back.

Oh, how I missed this sound. He let out a breathy cry with each throw of the riding crop. His back was turning my favroite shede of red. My favorite color.

When we were finished, I grabbed the chain connecting his handcuffs and lifted him up like a new handbag. I moved him to hook on the wall and place the chain over it so he was almost hanging like a fresh butcher's kill.

I wrapped my arms around his torso, as if in a hug, then scratched my new manicure hard down his soft back. He whimpered my ear and the sound made my blood rush.

"You like that, don't you?" I whispered in his ear. "You little pain slut."

He bit his lip and grunted, mmhmm.

He didn't seem pained enough. I wanted him to be in agony to the point where he couldn't even utter a sound. I bit my teeth in his neck, on his shoulders. I imagined myself like a vampires countess sucking the life from her victim. I wanted to leave my mark on him. I wnated anyone who saw him to know exactly who he belonged to.

Once I thought he had enough, I unlocked the handcuffs and pulled away his blindfold. The poor boy's breath was ragged and he immediatel collapsed into a ball on the floor. I put away our toys then snapped my fingers in his direction.

"Get dress," I said. "I'm taking you to dinner."

I had made reservations at Montgomery's. It had been a while since Thomas and I had a nice dinner together, not since the night we met, and I was craving some cheesecake. I wanted him in his butler uniform, so everyone would assume I was merely being accompanied by an employee rather than on a date. And besides, he looked very handsome in it.

Thomas looked up at me.

"You are?" he said.

I glanced over my shoulder at him. "You don't have any other plans that would interfere with your mistress's, would you?"

He paused, then shook his head. Good boy. I turned and snapped my fingers for him to hurry up. While he stayed behind in the Playroom changing back into his uniform, I changed into the dress and fur coat I laid out for myself.

I stood by the window, treating myself to a cigarette, when Thomas stepped out. his hair was still messy from our session, and his tie was a bit crooked, but he look cute as ever.

"Ready, mistress," he said.

I stuffed out my cigarette in the container on the piano. Thomas held open the door for me, and I gave him a pat between the legs as I headed out. Once we were at the front of the building, my chaffeur pulled up with my car. I smirked at Thomas's face when he caught a glimpse at my new white corvette.