Chapter Twelve
Joseph
My angel had arrived. Many of my friends from the society wanted someone who would submit to them instantly, without a fight. They used their person to satiate their desire to own someone. The men, like Finley, were immature and unsure what the protector society motto really meant.
I sat back in my chair and studied the red velvet curtain that was pulled across the corner of the office. My club had been an impulse buy when I’d been searching for something to dull the ache of loneliness. My heart had turned to ice the day my father had left me standing in a pool of my mother’s blood.
“He’s here,” Jerry announced as he opened the door .
Straightening up in my chair, I ran my hand down my royal blue tie and inhaled sharply. Every inch of my body was aching to beat the shit out of the man who was about to walk through the door. But that wasn’t how the society worked.
“Finley,” I bit through my teeth.
Shaking his hair out of his eyes, he came and stood in front of my desk.
The dark oak shiny beast was lined with tree green felt and lit up by an old fashioned green and gold lamp. I had a thing for the classic look. It was a good job I'd gone for a wide desk; it was the only thing keeping me from beating the arrogant twerp who stood in front of me.
“Why am I here?” he said, glancing around at the two brown leather sofas and the gold framed paintings on the wall. “Summoned like a fucking schoolboy.”
My hands clenched the edge of the desk as my ire grew deep in my chest; the hairs on my arms stood up.
“I heard there was an incident last night.” My tone was cool, yet inside I barely controlled the anger that seeped into every nerve of my body. It was against society policy to turn on one another, but I hadn't factored in Finley's arrogance when I'd pressed for him to join.
“No,” he muttered, “nothing happened.”
The muscles in my legs tensed as I pushed up into a stand and came around the desk, leaning against it as I faced him.
“That's not what it looks like on the CCTV.”
“Dude,” he started, frowning, “it's got nothing to do with you what I do. Are you fucking spying on us now? You're not the bloody boss.”
Like a panther, I sprung, propelling my body towards him and slamming his puny frame against the wall. He gasped as his spine hit the hard brick, rattling the door next to us.
My blood boiled as I held his throat tight and put my mouth next to his ear. “We're supposed to be protecting the vulnerable, not attacking them. You broke the society code.”
“She's not worth it,” he choked, “I didn't get very far anyway.”
Releasing him, I stared into his eyes as he panted. “I can assure you that she's worth it. Your defence is weak, you are weak. As you know, we only accept strong men with a desire to save their person. We would never take by force. I banish you from the society.”
Finley scoffed as he straightened his immaculate white shirt. “You don't have the power to do that now, do you? ”
“Yes, I do.” Going back to my desk, I collected a piece of paper and turned to hand it to the scoundrel. “An email confirmation from the boss. You're out.”
Muttering under his breath, Finley took the paper from me, running his gaze over the words. “Shit. You're an arsehole. Why didn't you give me the chance to explain before emailing him? There's the motto and the code, but men shouldn't rat each other out.”
“You never did grasp what we stand for, did you?” My sneer was met with the twisting of his lips.
“You're archaic.” Clearing his throat when I raised my eyebrows, he shook his head. “Maybe I'll start my own society for powerful young men, not old men who can’t get it up.”
Turning, he headed for the door. I bit my bottom lip before swallowing, ready to chase him down if needed. When my silence followed his footsteps, he paused by the door, his fingers gripping the handle. The slump of his shoulders told me much more than his words. He knew that it was game over for him.
“Finley?”
He looked over his shoulder, his eyebrows pulled low in a scowl. “I know what will happen to me if I dare to speak a word of this place. I value my life. ”
“She's mine, did you know that?” My tone was sharp, angry.
His shoulders lifted and he glared at me. “Why the fuck didn't you tell me? I wouldn't have touched her if I'd known she was yours. I might be a little loose with my morals, but I'm true to my word, my oath.”
“You broke the oath to protect all those who are worse off than us.” Inhaling deeply, I clenched my hands into fists in an effort to stop from pounding them into his face. “You also disrespected a girl who gave you no sign that she wanted your cock. Why, exactly, did you become a member?”
As he turned to face me, he glanced around the room, his gaze lingering on the pulled curtain. No one knew what was behind my secrecy veil, but they could probably guess. They knew me well enough. I wasn't the type of man who enjoyed a vanilla life... ever.
“You inspired me.” His clipped reply was followed by a snort.
Blinking slowly, I tilted my head to the side. “How?”
“That's your problem, you're so stuck up your own arse, searching for someone to own, you forget to look around you.” Running a hand through his floppy hair, he cocked his head to the side to match my own gesture. “I saw the talk you gave at the university. When I stumbled upon a design course that got me excited, I signed up right away. Except, I didn't quite have the talent you did, so I dropped out. Not long after, I attended this club with a few friends and stumbled upon your dirty secret.”
“Your father is a very good friend of mine,” I said, choking down the rising tide of ire, “that's the reason you found out about this place. Not even he knows what happens here.”
Waving a hand in dismissal, Finley stared at a painting above my head. It was a copy of the Birth of Venus bySandro Botticelli. I didn't need to crane my neck to know what he was looking at. The image of the woman, naked and vulnerable in a shell, had been emblazonedin my mind. It was the epitome of what turned me on.
“As you might not know, I stumbled upon your secret when hunting for the toilets.” Winking, the cocky fucker turned to leave. “And boy, was I jealous of your equipment. It made the teenager inside me want to orgasm instantly.”
“Okay.” I strode over to him and yanked the door open. “It's time for you to leave, for good. Don't ever come back.” Leaning close as he passed me, I spoke into his ear. “And you know what happens to those who dare to break the pact, even after expulsion. ”
Finley's throat bobbed as he glanced at me sideways. “I'll be back,” he declared, his face dropping, “I can't be excluded from my friends, it won't work.”
“You should've thought about that before you tried to defile my girl.” Growling low in my throat, I reached for his elbow and squeezed, hard. “You're lucky you're still alive.”
“Watch out,” he replied, wrenching from my grip, “or you might just find yourself falling down the hierarchy.”
Marching away, Finley kept his head up and his shoulders squared. The dipshit had only been allowed to leave on his two feet because I had to show a sense of decorum. He had been right, I hadn't declared Lola as mine, which meant she was fair game. However, that didn't mean that he could take what wasn't freely offered.
The entrance door flung closed behind Finley and I turned back to my office. My gaze traced the beauty of Venus, up on the wall, as I wandered to the curtain that hid the corner of the room. The pent-up anger threatened to spill over onto the next person who pissed me off if I didn't do something about it.
“Oh, Lola,” I breathed, pulling open the curtain to reveal my pride and joy.
A sex swing hung from the ceiling, the black leather reflecting the dim warm white light from above. The brown leather sofa that lined the back wall had arm cuffs drilled into the wall above it, spaced apart just the right amount to trap my prey, to hold my angel. A bed was folded up into the wall, tied by soft silk straps that were used to fasten a person's arms and legs to the bed when it was down. A television was fixed to the wall opposite the bed, big and blank, ready for me to watch whenever I wanted.
“Lola,” I muttered, taking up the control and flicking the screen on, “you're so fucking beautiful.”
The recording of us, in the club’s bathroom, started to play. My cock grew hard as she came for me, pushing and shoving, punching and scratching. Oh yeah, I loved to be in control, but something about seeing her wild release... it gave me an edge of desire that I hadn't ever felt before.
Sitting on the sofa, I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped my hand into my pants. My cock hardened against my hand as I reached for the plastic ring on the table beside me. My palm was firm as I pulled my penis out of my clothes and rolled the cock ring down my shaft. It had tiny spikes on the inside which stung as they grazed my soft skin.
“You fucking took me,” I whispered toher as she had her way with me, taking everything she needed in that moment, as if she were a vampire draining me of blood. I was her donor, her life-force.
My penis throbbed in my hand as I turned the vibration of the cock ring on and ran my palm up and over the head. The swell of my foreskin made me lick my lips as I pulled it down, revealing my bulbous end. Lifting my gaze as the base of my prick pulsed, I lifted the remote and zoomed in on Lola. She was bucking wildly, her inexperience making her flail. The whip of her hair as she threw her head back made me moan. My hand sped up as she ground hard against me in the video, pushing her clitoris down onto my pelvic bone. I could still feel her, her pussy wrapped around me, sucking as she pulled up haphazardly. I hadn’t even tried to steady her when she almost fell off, I had been too busy controlling my own pleasure. I hadn’t wanted to lose control, she was the only one who had been allowed to do that.
“Ah,” I sighed as she slumped over me in the video, her cry of pleasure echoing in my head. “My sweet angel.”
Allowing my head to fall back against the couch, I gripped myself hard and tugged faster, moving my foreskin up and over the tip of my bulging cock. Her voice sent me over the edge as I relived the moment she released on top of me, playing it in my mind, just like I'd seen moments before. The pulse of orgasm spread out from the base of my shaft, running up and down the length of me. I opened my mouth in a silent scream as the pleasure rippled through me and my ejaculation ran down my knuckles.
“Shit,” I muttered, slumping in the couch and pressing rewind on the video. “I have to have you my way, my little angel. And soon.”