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  I made my way to the restroom in order to get away from the young man. I didn’t need to be told that Anthony was pissed. Though his poker face didn’t reveal it the intensity of his gaze alerted me.

  I was learning the nature of the man, who was my owner for the next year, very quickly. For some reason my instincts when it came to Anthony were in hyper-drive. I would need every survival mechanism that I had to make it through this next year. Regardless of how polished Anthony was with his public, he was dangerous behind closed doors. I knew that he would do anything to keep me under his control. For some reason unknown to me, Anthony had developed an obsession for me and it went much deeper than I realized before I signed that contract.

  A chirpy irritating voice cut through my thoughts as I applied lipstick in the mirror. “I don’t think that we have had the pleasure of meeting. I’m Julia Whitley Wilmington, soon to be to be Julia Whitley Johnson, wife of the Governor of the great state of Kentucky.

  She sounds like a fucking political advertisement.

  She turned facing me with a petulant air and stated, “I don’t know if my fiancé has fucked you yet, he has a very healthy sexual appetite. But if he has, you would do well to take it as just that and move on.”

  “If and when I fuck your fiancé I can assure you that he will never recoup from it and move on, because I’m that damn good,” I answered sweetly and turned leaving her in a state of shock.

  I was pissed. It was evident that Anthony was some playboy who had suckered me into some superficial contract. Regardless of what my job had been for the last eight years, I wasn’t a whore. I had no intentions of fulfilling this so called contract. I discreetly made my way out of the event and called a cab to go home.

  Fuck Anthony and fuck his contract, I was out…

  I made my way home and got into a hot bath to soak. I couldn’t stop the thoughts of the things that little bitch had said to me in the bathroom. Whether I liked it or not I was jealous. I hadn’t expected that and it was as if the green eyed monster crept up on and dug its merciless talons into me. Everything about that girl got on my nerves, from her sunshine yellow dress, right down to her fake ass perky attitude. I didn’t like her.

  I rose drying myself off and put on a robe to go write. I had just sat down when I heard the knock. I knew that aggressive knock right away but that was fine with me, I was getting out of this contract tonight.

  I jerked open the door ready to lay into the Governor when I felt a prick and then darkness…

  CHAPTER NINE

  Talia

  I shook my hair from my face without the assistance of my hands that were bound over my head. I was pulled up towards the ceiling by a chain and my toes barely touched what felt like cold concrete flooring.

  I was surrounded in a shroud of darkness and my jumbled thoughts were synonymous with the darkness in the sense that they were obscure as far as my memory served.

  “Hello? Hello, where am I? Please,” I cried out through sobs that racked my body causing my shoulders to feel as if they were tearing. “It hurts so fucking bad, please.” I could taste tears and snot running down my face as I cried out in the darkness.

  Suddenly, a reading lamp in a corner was clicked on to reveal the dark shadow of a figure. The suited legs crossed at the ankles and the five o’clock shadowed face gave a sense of not only mystery, but danger.

  Anthony?

  “I specifically remember telling you that I had plans later on in the evening my little dove. Plans to take my property home and torment her with orgasm denial. Imagine how disappointed that I was to discover that you had left—well—snuck away would be a better term.”

  “Anthony please, I’m begging you.”

  I watched as the sinister form made his way over to me and viciously grabbed a handful of hair by the roots.

  “Oh, but what really pissed me off was watching my arch enemy touch my woman. Touch my fucking property,” he hissed at me as if his words were venom.

  “No, Anthony. I swear, I swear I didn’t do anything.”

  He jerked causing sharp pain to course through my head and tears streamed down my face making me nothing more than a conduit for Anthony’s sadistic pleasure.

  “Anthony please, let me down. I’ll do anything. I’m in so much pain.”

  “Your pain is just beginning. Welcome to my world.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  Talia

  “I specifically remember warning you that I was one twisted mother fucker. You received full disclosure before signing that little contract that you penned with your John Hancock.”

  He eyed me facetiously as he innocently grinned. “You’re not having second thoughts are you?”

  I frantically shook my head no.

  “Liar!” he hissed, scaring me and causing me to jump back as far as the chain would permit.

  “You insult my intelligence when you lie to me my little dove.”

  “You’re fucking scaring me!” I screamed out like a crazed woman.

  “There’s the fighter that I know and love. It’s one of the reasons that I chose you—you don’t cater to me with babbling bullshit like these little power hungry socialites do. Seeing you hanging there pissed off and in pain is making my cock hard. Now what are you going to do about it?”

  “I’m not the one in control,” I hissed through gritted teeth, “You’re the one with the fucking contract!”

  “Your insight is truly impressive. There it is—that’s the girl I know and love.”

  He grabbed something on the chain and it immediately released me into a heap on the floor. He dragged me by my hair and tossed me onto a mattress on the floor. His large hand palmed my back between my shoulders, shoving my face into the mattress. I could hear him pulling his belt through the loops and pulling his hard cock from his pants.

  He looped the belt around my neck and used it as a rein to pull me back closer to him so his threats could ensued.

  “How good you fuck me is going to determine whether you come out of this basement or not.”

  He fisted the belt pushing his cock into me. “Ride that cock and it better be good.

  I savagely pushed back onto him, pulling away and ramming back against him to the point of pain. I was pissed. I was venting. And for some reason that I hadn’t figured out yet, I was so turned on that my whole body was trembling.

  “You are kinky, you like what I do to you. You like non-consensual sex with me. I knew the second that I laid eyes on you that I had met my match.”

  “Let me come, let me come!” I demanded.

  “You don’t tell me what to do.”

  His palm slammed down on my ass as he pulled his cock out of me.

  “No, no, no, no, please,” I begged, literally begged. He had worked me into a frenzy—literally into a crazed state of want and craving.

  He jerked at the belt once again pulling my ear back to his mouth. “You want that cock don’t you? You like this?”

  “Yes, yes, yes!”

  “You’re moving into my mansion today so I can keep an eye on you. I saw the way that those men looked at you.”

  “I’ll do anything, just finish what you started!”

  “Too demanding,” he whispered taunting me.

  “Please. Please, I’m so horny!”

  The man had turned me into a woman that I didn’t know. He had unleashed a part of me that I never knew existed.

  He moved my legs further apart and tilted my ass in the air higher as he stood over me and squatted down entering me until he bottomed out. Then rose up until he almost exited my soaked opening, then slammed down into me again.

  I screamed as he began rolling my clit around with his finger while he continued gaining a rhythm. When I climaxed I shattered into shards of broken glass, ones that pierced the walls that reverberated my screams.

  Never before in my life had I experienced a man who had brought this side of me out. I crumbled into the mattress. I had been reduced to a puddle of mere existence.<
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  The man who held my papers of ownership for the next year had just taken me so far that I would never be able to return on my own. He had led me into a deep, dark, abyss and just as faithfully as he had held my hand going in—he would hold it coming back out into the light of reality. Though going into the journey that he had taken me on had been a frenzied state of wild lust and primal consumption, exiting would be a controlled and peaceful, safe journey home.

  I don’t remember much after that. I remember being between his legs in a bathtub as he lovingly washed my hair. I remember being cradled on the bed in his arms as my head slumped against his chest. I remember listening to the sounds of his beating heart. I remember being comforted and told what a precious and good girl that I was. I remember bonding with a man for the first time in my life, for the first time ever…

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Talia

  I sat on the floor packing boxes full of my belongings as my best friend drilled me about Anthony.

  “What’s he like? Is the sex good? Is he all prim and proper in the bedroom?”

  I almost had to burst out laughing at that one. I was glad that I hadn’t due to the fact that I didn’t want to reveal anything to my nosey friend.

  “I don’t kiss and tell. On another note Kathy pack light, because I have no intentions of getting rid of my apartment.”

  I would never again put myself at the mercy of any man. I didn’t care if he fucked like a super-hero, when it came to business I learned to think with my brain and not my emotions a long time ago.

  “You’re going to be living in the Governor’s mansion, I can’t believe it. Your own prince charming, it’s like a fairy tale.”

  “Yeah, I’m a real life Cinder-fuckin-rella.”

  “Don’t be so jaded.”

  I turned and cut my eyes at Kathy. “You of all people should know why I fight so hard to maintain my independence. Don’t judge me.”

  Kathy turned and gently touched my arm. I could see the compassion welling up in her eyes. “I’m not judging you. I just think that you deserve to be happy.”

  “And I just think that I don’t need a man to accomplish that, Kathy.”

  Kathy did what she always did when things got too intense in our conversations, she changed the subject.

  Governor Anthony Johnson

  Keeping that girl out of my head was becoming more and more of a challenge. I knew that I had seen something in her the night that I saw her in the bar, but I had no idea that our chemistry was combustible. Last night had been nothing short of amazing. I had immediately broken off the engagement with Julia this morning.

  If I knew Julia, she wasn’t going to give up without a fight. She had been too close to the social status that she coveted so fiercely. Even her Mother had benefitted from the exposure of the press. I knew that the press was going to have a field day with the break-up once they got wind of Talia, but I simply didn’t care.

  What I did care about was getting her under my roof so I could watch her. I had seen the way that every man in that room had salivated over her and I had no intentions of giving any of them a chance with her.

  As far as I was concerned they were like vultures circling prey that was weakened. I, of all people knew that my little dove was anything but weak.

  This was the first time that I had ever met my match, not only sexually but in every arena. This girl was phenomenal and the chemistry that we had was off the charts. I knew myself well enough to know that my territorial side was coming out more and more by the day. I also knew that this girl had tapped into a side of me that very few knew—the dark, dangerous abyss that had been dormant within the recesses of my soul. The beast had been awakened and he was hungry and there would be no sating of his appetite until he had dined on every morsel of the prey at hand. I grabbed my phone and e-mailed Talia.

  RE: Piece by piece

  I have half a mind to come over to that apartment of yours and bend you over your kitchen island and fuck you senseless.

  You were such an animal last night. I wasn’t aware that you had it in you, my sweet little dove.

  RE: I’ll fly away

  I am an animal and you better be glad that you have me caged or I might consider flying away. I’m nobody’s pet.

  RE: Be careful

  Be careful, Talia. You are my pet, I have the papers to prove it. I also have a piece of you that no other man has ever had and whether you like it or not, you will continue to return for more of what you got last night.

  RE: Hmm

  Maybe, I will.

  RE: Contract

  You have no choice! Now get your shit packed and get home or you will sleeping in the dungeon. And I don’t mean the play room dungeon. I mean the dark, cold, concrete with chains... Well I’m sure you get what I mean...

  Talia

  I eyed the e-mail and decided that I had no answer for that one so I continued packing. I had to admit to myself, if not to anyone else, that I too had been plagued by intrusive thoughts of last night. The sex had been wicked good. Whether I liked it or not, he was right—I would be returning for more of the beast.

  “You’re staring, Anthony.”

  “Yes, I am aren’t I?”

  “Yes.”

  I didn’t like the way that he was looking at me, like he was trying to see past all of the barriers I had so carefully constructed. This was supposed to be a contract for sex, nothing more. As if reading my mind he began to speak. I didn’t like the way he ran his tongue over his teeth and stretched his legs out interlocking his fingers behind his neck. He was too intense and I didn’t care to get all chummy with him or anyone else as far as I was concerned.

  “You do understand Talia, that this contract is about more than just sex, right?” He continued to speak not giving time to answer.

  “When I entered into this contract with you, I took it on as a responsibility. The places that I lead you into are places that I have to lead you safely out of. There is a care taking of sorts that has to go on. I’ll not permit you to have distance with me. You may be emotionally cut off with others but not with me. Is this about your parents? Is it about your uncle stealing from you at the most vulnerable time of your life?”

  I cut my eyes at him. “You leave my family out of this!”

  He continued undaunted by my vicious disapproval of his interrogation.

  “It is about them. The same way that I committed to you sexually my dove, I committed to you emotionally. Whether you realize it or not I have no intention of harming you in any way. Don’t mistake my sadistic sexual nature for me being flippant about my responsibilities. I know how to care for what belongs to me, and you my love, belong to me.”

  Tears began to stream down my face though I attempted with everything in me to not cry.

  He patted his leg. “Come here. Now!”

  I rose on shaky legs and crawled up into his lap. His hand gently ran over my hair in comfort as I sobbed. This contract was not going the way that I had expected. This man who was now my proclaimed owner was turning out to be whatever I needed, whenever I needed it. That hadn’t been what I was prepared for. He was peeling away pieces of me like an onion and I didn’t like it. Everything in me wanted to run away, to fly away. What was it that he had said in the text?

  Be careful, Talia. You are my pet, I have the papers to prove it. I also have a piece of you that no other man has ever had and whether you like it or not, you will continue to return for more of what you got last night.

  Had he caged me in order to keep from flying away? I was beginning to believe that he had. I was also beginning to wonder if his idea of a contract hadn’t been two-fold; one part for his sexual needs and the other to pin me down so that he wouldn’t lose me. If he had successfully predetermined my emotional reactions to him, then I had sorely underestimated my opponent. I was beginning to believe that he had the insight to know me much better than I had previously anticipated.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Talia
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  I awoke in my bedroom at the mansion to my cell phone ringing. I was glad that Anthony hadn’t forced me to sleep in his room the night before. It had been bad enough that I had lain in his arms sobbing for an hour like a child.

  “What Kathy? I haven’t even had coffee yet.”

  “Oh girl, have you seen the social section of the newspaper this morning?”

  “Yes, Kathy I have it right here in my lap. Let me go get coffee and I’ll call you back.” I was intentionally being a smart ass but she was so excited about whatever news that she had, that the sarcastic remark went right over her head.

  “No, this is too good Talia. I’ll hang on.”

  “Whatever, I’ll be right back.”

  Gretchen smiled as she eyed me staggering my way to the coffee pot.

  “Take the coffee and go back to your room.” She winked as she handed the social section of the newspaper.

  “This must be good Gretchen, because my best friend is waiting on my cell phone to tell me about it.”

  “Well, I couldn’t be more pleased. Though I will warn you that Julia isn’t about to release her talons without a fight.”

  “Well I hope that your Anthony can deal with it, because this is all his doing not mine Gretchen.”

  She chuckled the kind of laugh that someone has when they are privy to insider info. “Oh Anthony knows how to deal with the socially elite. He grew up around the lifestyles of the rich and famous and if anyone knows how manipulating that the upper echelon of society can be, my Anthony as you worded it, does.

  “Go talk to your friend and I’ll be up with more coffee.”

  I eyed her. “I don’t need you waiting on me.”

  “Consider it mothering, child.”

  I stopped in my tracks eying her and she patted my arm. “Go.”

  I really liked Gretchen and I couldn’t help but wonder why she didn’t like Julia. I could only assume that she had picked up on Julia’s true motives regarding Anthony.