Chapter 14
Rafael
The timing was close. At the boundary of the Somersby Estate, I stop to acknowledge the limo sent for us. Its engine is running. We’re supposed to drive out here and get in together. On the road in, I send a message to Sir Benjamin stating I will be there soon.
When I get to the house, I find Georgia and Lazlo dressed and waiting in the study, in armchairs just inside the entry.
She’s chosen a black dress and low black heels, and with her red curls frothing about her like she’s a fae fresh from a fairytale, she is beautiful enough to nigh on stop my heart.
I faltered at the library door at the sight of her. Only now do I register how Lazlo is watching me with a seriousness he does not often adopt. I bet I know why.
From my coat pocket, I slide the velvet lined box. The limo is at the estate gates, but we have time for this. “Come here, Georgia, and kneel. I have a present for you.” I’m half-smiling, ready for whatever she says, but she meekly comes over. I point downward.
After a slight hesitation, she kneels on the rug. Which is when Lazlo rises to his feet and pads over to stand behind her.
“You decided?”
He nods. “I have. I’m in.”
“Only a trial run. I have shared before but it’s a delicate balance and do you even have the need for this?” I open my palm, indicating Georgia.
“For her or for kink?”
“Both.”
She tilts her head and looks up at him. “What is this?” Then she scowls at me. “You can’t. I have to agree.”
“You already have. You obey me.” I lean over and grab her hair, slowly twist it until she whimpers and her eyes melt a little. She curses under her breath, but it’s a win. “Deal is done. See what I mean about needing help with her?”
“I do. She enjoys being manhandled.”
“Heyyy,” she says quietly.
“That’s one way to put it.”
“I can do that. I was in the army, commanded men. I can handle one cantankerous girl.” His baritone is softer and directed at her, and he goes to one knee by her side and still towers over her.
“We outnumber her and that’s always a great strategy.
Besides, I’m really curious about this CNC.
She does anything we’ve agreed on prior? You have a safeword? I’m guessing not.”
“No,” I reply. “These are unusual circumstances. I don’t hurt what’s mine, irrevocably. Unless they ask for it.” While I’m talking, I take the collar from the box.
I’m glad I bought the fancier one with the ruby hearts embedded around the black leather, though the jewels are smooth in cabochon settings so they won’t scratch.
She’s been watching us talk with her focus swinging from him to me.
“Want to help me put it on?”
He nods and takes the leather and circles her neck at the back.
“This is a symbol of ownership. I figure she needs one to remind her.”
She’s being surprisingly quiet.
With Lazlo’s hand holding her shoulders, I clip shut the collar and use the gold padlock. It unlocks without a key, but this will do for now. Then I push up her chin and deliver a kiss on her soft lips. “You haven’t made yourself come since this morning?” I ask as I kiss her neck.
“No.” She side-eyes Lazlo, looks uncomfortable maybe even embarrassed, and now I’m punching the air metaphorically. This, two men controlling her, might work miracles.
I stand up and decide I’ll use the leash on her at this meeting. “I’m going to enjoy watching him fuck you with your hands tied, and you squealing.”
Her reaction—perfect. She’s blushing red.
Whereas Lazlo is amused.
He rises to stand beside me. “This could blow straight past all the fun I’ve ever had in my whole life so far, like a missile on crack.
Though I really think…” he looks at me, puts on a dead serious face with his forehead creasing.
“I think…I think we should both fuck her at once, at least a few times, to test out whether it appeals?”
I nod, like I’m impressed by his wisdom.
We both laugh as Georgia turns even redder—which I thought wasn’t possible.
“Time to leave,” Lazlo adds. “I was told we are late already and any more talk like this will burst my nice new pants.”
He hasn’t touched her much yet but that’s fine.
This might not last, but it’s already made my day perfect after all the BS my family pulled.
They didn’t really want me in London. It seems I’m now regarded as a goose laying golden eggs.
This, her, the CNC Fraternity task, is all I’m expected to do for the foreseeable future.
Though I imagine once Sir Benjamin retires, the power and money involved in this will lessen.
I mull that over as we walk out the front and down the steps to the car.
The car accident and ambush, and the boat murders, Joseph’s death, brought Sir Ben into play, but the men who died in Australia were CNC Fraternity members and the frat wants to keep that nastiness buried, along with them.
This is complicated.