His Privilege, Her Pleasure

Chapter 6 - To Play The Game

"Are you not coming with me?" I ask him, confused.

I stand in front of this enormous building that was all a part of the spa. Kieran and I are both surrounded by his security as he looks at me, bored. He told me to go inside, but I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say or do. This place looked like I would waste ten G's easily just on a mani-pedi. Kieran sighed in annoyance before he spoke.

"I don't wanna waste time babysitting you; that's what I have security for. Besides, I have no business here; all the pampering is for you. I always look my best. I'm leaving my best man at your disposal. When you finish, the driver will bring you to me. I'll be ready to treat you to a fine lunch," he says, bored as he waves a hand for his guy to step forward.

A man of average height came forward. He had short hair that was cut lower on the sides and neatly combed. The color was auburn and blond; he had a pair of striking green eyes. The guy is the shortest security guard here, but he has an athletic frame. He is young but looks very serious about his job.

[Sebastian]

"This is Sebastian; he's the best I have to offer. He will be with you until you arrive back at our suite. Don't give him a reason to discipline you in my stead. He has full authority to do with you as he pleases, except deflower you. Keep that in mind. I'll see you tonight."

He says nothing else, and he leaves with his huge security team minus three men. Sebastian and two men escort me inside the building. It was beyond lavish on the inside, with a vast waiting room where they served champagne. A receptionist helps us and tells Kieran, they remember he already booked a reservation under the McCarthy name. The petite woman with red hair and pouty lips stood from behind her colossal desk and showed us to the topmost floor.

Kieran rented the entire three levels so that I could have the full treatment. Sebastian made it clear he wanted me scrubbed and pampered enough to be relaxed for what he had planned tonight. He wouldn't tell me what Kieran had planned, but promised I'd feel more attached to him than ever. The treatment started with a deep tissue massage with oils and perfumes. Next, I got a facial and a mud bath; then I hit the sauna. I had never been so pampered before; I had a glass of champagne put in my hand whenever I finished the previous one.

Sebastian was there for every part, though. He would keep the other two guards outside of the rooms we were in while he hovered over me. Sebastian forces his way into the sauna with me, though. There was no way he could protect me from outside the massive room. The room held multiple exits, and he only had two men.

Sebastian told me it was in my best interest, but I'm sure he had other motives. But I don't dare to challenge him on it. As I sit in here and let all my pores open up, I catch him staring at me. There was no hint of him being focused on protecting me. Instead, I sense he wants to find what Kieran sees in me.

"I know you want to fuck me; you can stop ogling me anytime now," I say dismissively.

"Actually, I don't have to do anything you say. I'm paid to watch you and keep you safe. Your feelings mean shit to me. I've been following behind you all day, and the day has only begun, so I'm using the perks I have," he says, even more dismissive and bored with the conversation.

"How would Kieran feel about your definition of taking a few perks on the job? Would he approve of you in here staring at me, being so intimate with my body?" I question him.

With a look of utter amusement and genuine disbelief at my words, Sebastian says something I am not prepared to hear.

"You are a means to an end. Kieran only needs to keep up appearances, so I can do anything to you other than penetrate you directly in your cunt. Believe me, once he's done that to you, all his men will have a taste of you. He has a certain weakness for watching the women that he cares about getting fucked by other men. I guess that happens when you grow up to run a sex slave business." He chuckles.

Sebastian's words gave me pause. Kieran plans on sharing me with these men. He said something about not letting any man have me unless he said so. But Sebastian's words sound genuine. Why wouldn't Kieran do this to me? I am his slave and nothing else.

I say nothing else, and Sebastian realizes how terrified I am.

"Don't feel so bad; none of the men working for him are unattractive. The girls prefer sleeping with them over our clientele even if it is for free," he boasts as if to calm me.

He wipes sweat from his face, then leans the back of his head against the wall.

"I'm sure they only sleep with them cause it's mutually beneficial, or they are being forced like me," I say, irritated and sickened by his attitude on the subject.

"Maybe, but I know these men. They all love black pussy, and you are by far the most beautiful gem we've come across this side of the South. When he saw you, he was in such a turmoil about whether to take you," he says as he scoots over closer to me.

"Turmoil? Over what? Kieran said he watched me for half a year before he took me! He planned this out; he knew he wanted to take me!" I say loudly and angrily.

"Did he?"

Sebastian moves closer, and we are now practically sitting on top of each other.

"Of course he did. He said so himself. Why would he not want to take me when he so clearly wants to be as underhanded as his father?!"

A few hairs fall from my head wrap. The steam becomes intensely thick, and I have a horrible feeling in my stomach. Sebastian moves strands of hair out of my face and traces the curve of my jaw with his fingers. His fingers travel down to my neck and the top of my breasts. I don't move to stop him, and he releases my towel from around my body. I move to cover myself, but he stops me by grabbing my wrists.

"Don't be shy; I have to inspect you for myself. We will share a bed, sooner rather than later," he says with lust filling his voice.

"Please stop this, you're scaring me!" I say, terrified and panic rising in me.

I try to take my hands away from him, but he only smiles and grips them tighter.

"But don't you want me to tell Kieran how good and well-behaved you were today? I can't tell him that if I know, you won't listen to me right now."

"What do you want from me, and what did you mean by that earlier? Stop fucking with my head and tell me the truth."

"Maybe I will, maybe I'll even help you escape this place. Give me what I want first," he says while rubbing the inside of my left thigh.

"What? You can't have sex with me there. He said so himself. I don't understand what you want. Why would you help me, either?"

"Because it's always fun watching you all try to run away, only to be caught soon after. You women never realize how outclassed you are. You can't even fathom—the connections this family has. It's over for you, yet you think you can still make a difference. I've seen your type, and you don't last long in this world or with psychopaths like Kieran. But, if you escape, that's good too because you were smart enough to get away.

"I don't care what happens to you either way. The only thing I want to see is what your mouth and your ass feel like around my cock. I'll tell you what you need to know after that. The choice is yours."

"You think you're smart, but I know your game. You'll feed me false info, or you'll still take what you want. So, stop beating a dead horse and tell me what I know you want to do to me."

Sebastian looked a little stunned, but ultimately like he appreciated the fact that I wanted the blunt truth.

"Well, if that's what you insist. I will tell you I am going to fuck that pretty mouth or yours and that I am going to fill your throat with my cum, and I may even fuck you in the ass in this sauna. After that, I may tell you what you need to know about Kieran.