CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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SAINT'S POV
Lisa was one of my whores. The oldest of them all.
I hadn't seen her in months. She had been out there sleeping with rich politicians who paid well and asked for nothing complicated. I didn't care where she went when she wasn't with me.
When I heard she was back in town I had her meet me at one of my clubs. She walked in wearing that red dress like she knew exactly what she was doing. She always did. No complications. No feelings. No expectations beyond what the night was.
She knew what I liked and she delivered every single time. Out of all of them Lisa was my favourite.
Coming back and finding Doe had touched my chess piece pissed me off.
The instruction was simple. Stay on the bed.
I hated disobedience. Every person in my world feared me and that wasn't negotiable.
I loved to punish people. Especially the vulnerable ones.
Doe was going to be fun.
Not physical. Mental.
I was going to haunt her.
Lisa reached for a kiss the moment she got close enough.
I pushed her face away without looking at her.
She knew better.
"Get on your knees."
She lowered herself without hesitation. Head raised. Eyes on my face. Patient. Waiting.
I stood up and looked across the room at Doe.
She was trying not to look at us. Face turned slightly away. Shoulders pulled in. Making herself as small as possible.
Scared.
I liked it.
"Doe."
"Hmmm." Barely a sound. Head down.
"Look at me while I f**k her."
Silence.
"You know better than to disobey me."
Her head raised slowly. Like it cost her something.
Her eyes found mine.
"Good girl."
Lisa looked up at me. "Let her join. I wouldn't mind. I'd love to—"
I grabbed her face in one hand and squeezed until she stopped talking.
"Who told you to speak."
She went silent.
I let go and straightened up.
I pulled off my shoes. Pulled my shirt over my head. Unbuttoned my trousers and stepped out of them. Pulled my singlet off.
My bare chest caught the light.
Lisa looked me up and down from the floor. Her tongue moved across her bottom lip.
I sat back down.
She walked her fingers up my thigh. Her hand closed around me through the fabric.
I grabbed her wrist and pushed it away.
"You aren't needy enough."
"Please." Her voice dropped low. "I want you so bad."
"More."
"Please master. I need you in my mouth. Please."
"That's not how you beg for d**k Lisa. Do it well"
"Master could you please fu*k me hard till I have no more strength in me. Turn me over in different positions till my pus*sy gets sore for you".
"Okay." I liked being the thing people got on their knees for.
"I'm going to f**k you like the little sl*t you are. And you are going to take every single bit of it without complaining."
I glanced at Doe.
Still staring. Tears dropping quietly from her eyes.
This was working.
She was innocent in a way that made this easy. s*x scared her. I could see it in how she sat rigid on that bed. In how her hands were pressed flat against her thighs. In how she couldn't fully look and couldn't fully look away.
I knew her type.
And I was going to use every single bit of it against her.
"Take off your panties slowly and get on the bed. Show me how wet you are for me".
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