EGO

HURT

I couldn't believe what he was telling me as we stared into each other's eyes. Devin was so calm while my nerves were spiraling out of order. Was this retaliation for accepting Ericson's proposal?

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No....just fulfilling my brother's request."

My eyes grew wide. "Ericson?"

"Your fiance? Yes."

I cringed at his words and looked down in shame. Admitting my cowardice in front of him was painful.

"He cannot have his wife working in a whorehouse...his exact words. Since I've been chosen as his best man, I'm doing what he asked."

My mind raced, Begonia would be my only excuse to see Devin. The thought of not being around him at all caused a sadness inside me to grow.

"And you agree?" I asked.

"Do you?"

My heart pounded inside of my chest as Devin stared without flinching. Tears were in the corners of my eyes but nothing came out.

"As the future Queen I have to do what's best for my people."

"What about what's best for you?"

I looked at him. "Are you...what's best for me?"

"Obviously not if you chose Ericson."

It was the first time I could see sadness in his eyes. I looked down, I couldn't handle it.

"Devin, I didn't accept Ericson's proposal to hurt you."

"I didn't say you did and let's not make this about me. Congratulations on everything. I'm sure you'll make a beautiful bride and a devoted wife."

He's being so nonchalant.

"Devin...I"

Before I could finish, he got up from his seat and I did the same. He walked closer to me then kissed me softly on my lips. My desire for him ignited in the pit of my stomach causing my legs to tremble.

"Goodbye, Mixie." He gave a subtle grin, walking out of the office.

Those tears finally escaped as my fingers touched my lips and my heart began to break.

***

Once Mina walked out the doors of Begonia, I went back into my office and sat in silence. I wondered what I've done wrong and why was love so easy to get but hard for me to keep?

When I didn't want love it was all around me but now that I'm interested...it's just a false promise. I had to accept that I, Devin Davis, was for temporary pleasure, nothing more, nothing less.

My phone buzzed and I noticed it was a reminder for my session with Chantel. Being so busy, I almost forgot what I promised her.

"Hello, Ms. Monroe. Meet me at my place...9:00pm...don't be late."

I sent the text and got a response immediately.

"Yes Sir."

This meet up with Chantel was exactly what I needed to get my mind off things. I went home, showered, pulled out the equipment I needed for tonight and got my playroom ready for an exciting evening.

Chantel knocked on my door at 8:59...I smiled. Opening the door, she stood there sexy as ever with a black trench coat, red heels and red lipstick. I let her inside as she stared at me, standing in one place.

"Would you like some wine? It'll relax you." I offered and she nodded.

After a few sips, I took her hand and led her into my playroom. Whips, chains, a harness, and handcuffs were on display, causing Chantel's eyes to widen in surprise.

"Oh my....Devin."

"Change your mind?"

She shook her head. "No, No Sir.'

I kissed her lips, causing her to moan and with her permission, I tied her up.

"What do you want me to do to you, Ms. Monroe?"

"Please, do whatever you want."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Sir."

I smirked then proceeded to tease her for the first half hour. Teasing turned into spanking, which she absolutely loved. Everytime my hand stung her ass she groaned in pleasure and I smiled at the warm red mark I left.

"Do you like that Ms. Monroe?"

"Y-Yes Sir."

Next came the toys...the clips on her nipples, her hands cuffed and chained towards the ceiling. The noise from the vibrator saturated the room as I teased her hungry clit.

"Aht, Aht...not yet." I moved it away before she could cum.

"Ugh! Pleeaaassee....I need it!" Chantel cried out.

"Aww, do you?"

Chantel squirmed. "Yes S-Sir, please."

"Okay, but you won't get any dick."

Biting her bottom lip, Chantel stopped moving. She instantly began to calm down and my dick got rock hard at her obedience. I knew this is what she ultimately came here for...to fuck me. With her wrists now cuffed in front of her, I fucked Chantel hard from behind and enjoyed watching the tough badass police woman scream and run from my dick. I made Chantel cum over and over, submitting to me pounding her pussy till she begged for me to cum.

"AH! Fuck! Devin please!!"

Once I was finished with her she could hardly stand and I knew she loved every minute of it. I stood over her as she laid flat on the soft rug, barely moving.

"Happy now?" I asked as she stared at the semen filled condom hanging on my now semi hard dick.

"Y-Yes...Yes Sir," Chantel whined, breathing heavily.

I laughed to myself because not only did she look satisfied....she looked relieved.

"Glad to hear, Ms. Monroe."