Killing Time (17 page)

“What happens if I do?”

“You’ll be punished.”

“Maybe I want to be punished. It will make you keep me here longer than necessary and I won’t have to enter the real world. Not yet, not now.”

Rory shut me up as he kissed my lips again and his tongue invaded my mouth with a furious caress I caved into immediately. Slowly, he inched us toward the bed and threw me down on it though there was nothing except a mattress pad, which covered the bare mattress underneath.

He suddenly withdrew from me and stood as I lay down with my eyes closed before I opened them to see what he was doing.

I sat up with my legs splayed and watched as he took off his wife-beater and stripped out of his jeans. His body was so lean and smooth and hairless. He was shaved everywhere and I hadn’t noticed this last night. His cock, scarlet with an angry purple tip looked strange against his skin, which was alabaster with only the tiniest hint of color. I don’t know why but he made having pale skin seem cool and gothic. There wasn’t anything pasty about his complexion; instead he resembled a marble statue, perfect and white against my olive toned skin. The combination of his milky skin against my own was another turn on neither of us could explain nor comprehend.

“What is it? I’m not tanned, I know. I should go to one of those salons and get a spray on because . . . alas, I can’t naturally. Not very sexy, is it?”

“Why? Because you are supposed to be dark haired and tanned to be handsome?” I inquired out loud.

“Yes, of course. It’s what all the magazines say a strong alpha male should be.”

“I love you just the way you are.”

I crushed my lips against his if only to cover the faux pas of my wording. I didn’t love anything and we were just fucking because that was what healthy, normal adults did when they were attracted to one another. There would be no love, only lust.

Rory interrupted our kiss as his body crushed my own but he leaned up a bit, if only to see my breasts. He caressed them before he bent down and took my left nipple into his mouth. I moaned out loud.

“I love the way you look, your skin, the smell of your flesh. I thought I would never . . . but now, all I can smell is you. Your scent haunts me and I think every time I smell violets and vanilla again, I will instantly be reminded of you.”

“You have me now,” I said.

“Yes, I do. But sometimes possession isn’t enough. Especially when it isn’t long term and I have absolutely no control over when you will leave me.”

“Nothing lasts forever, Rory. You know that better than I do.”

“And I still want you in my arms and here in my bed like this, forever. I would give up everything for you, including the life. If you don’t want it then we can be a vanilla couple and I would do it for you. We don’t ever have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Tears in my eyes blurred my vision. “Rory, stop it . . . stop all the inane chit chat, and just fuck me, please.”

“It won’t cure what you are missing . . . what I am missing and we both know that, Aurélie.”

“True but we both agreed ahead of time what this would be and sometimes in life, there are no take-backs so you just have to settle with what you asked of me and when the time is right for me to leave then I will do so,” I responded in a diplomatic fashion.

“Fine.” His aquamarine eyes were bright yet they cooled considerably beneath my gaze. “Turn over so I don’t have to look at you.”

“You’re not going to . . .” I trailed off, dreading the thought of him taking me anally. My ass was incredibly sore as I had never been an enthusiast of back door love and preferred it the natural, normal way people usually had sex.

“That isn’t for you to decide. Remember, I own you until I have to return you to your normal, every day, vanilla life so I can do what ever the fuck I want to do to you.”

I turned over onto my stomach and he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me down until my feet rested on the floor. I couldn’t hide my legs felt shaky and uncertain underneath me even with his strong hands and the steady way he held me.

Rory slid into me and I moaned as he began to thrust inside me with slow, deliberate movements, which shook me to the core of my being. My legs wanted to give way and I didn’t feel comfortable standing up. I tried to redistribute my weight and put more pressure on my upper body that still clutched the bed. One of his hands no longer held my waist and had snaked its way between my splayed legs. His fingers massaged my clit and just as I was on the precipice of coming, he withdrew and his fingers disappeared.

I was beyond sexually frustrated and moaned but it was one of sheer anger and annoyance. He laughed and worked his rock-hard cock into my asshole, opening and stretching me until he was ball’s deep inside my back passage. I bit down on my lower lip and tried to hold back the sounds that would tell him I was no longer enjoying this even if he was. It didn’t seem fair. I had basically told him no to a relationship so he was going to punish me because he could and he knew I would do nothing to stop him.

I had to admit it wasn’t nearly as painful as the night before or when Severin had used me there earlier. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad after all. I tried to remember the few books I’d read about BDSM. Annabel Joseph’s came to mind and I remembered her talking about a place a submissive would go when the pain became unbearable. However, I didn’t have a “go to” place since I’d never been that out of it I needed to escape from sex while I was in the position to have it.

When I thought I wouldn’t be able to take it anymore because he was slamming and thrusting into me as if he would never have sex again and we were both covered in thin layers of sweat, he began to stroke my clit again and I was pleasantly surprised to find it was hard as granite under his touch. I was still turned on even though he was doing nothing for me sexually other than making me angry, he whispered in my ear, “Come now.”

Dear God, I hated myself at that very moment but when he commanded me to orgasm, I did. It shook from the core of my being and worked its way outward until I screamed with release and he released a string of angry curse words in German as he came at the same time.

What was he doing to me? I would never be able to live through this or afterwards but at that moment, I lived for the never-ending orgasm that continued to flow from my body underneath his heavy-handed yet smooth touch.

Chapter Ten

DINNER WAS A PAINFUL OCCASION
because soon, I knew we would leave in Rory’s Porsche Cayenne and he would drive me back to the City under the pretense of taking of me home.

I had made a decision that was long overdue. I couldn’t continue to deceive Grayson and pretend as if nothing had happened between Rory and I. Although I would never give him details, I would end our engagement and I intended to find out who killed my sister.

There was a box of her stuff to go through which had been delivered the same day as I’d ventured into Club X-Tasy. I was loathe to read her journals but they took up half the box and thus it was only fair to see what she’d said about her togetherness with Rory.

I could clearly say I no longer suspected him but I did believe someone in his inner circle was capable of such a heinous crime. He would have never known it especially if the murderer was someone Severin knew. I didn’t tell him any of this because frankly, it wasn’t any of his business. He would do an investigation of his own but he wouldn’t look at the obvious nor could be objective like I could.

Trésor was my sibling but we had barely been sisterly towards one another in years. We might as well have been only children with the way we acted towards one another. One minute, she called our parents’ and I; the next, she simply broke off contact.

The strange part about the whole affair was there hadn’t been a huge falling out or explosive disagreement. She simply stopped caring about us—her family. She began to ignore our parents and me as if we’d died. We were no longer people she felt like she had to care about any longer.

All I knew was it happened after she and Rory started seeing one another exclusively, and I hoped her journals would give me a clue. This was a huge reason why I no longer suspected Rory. If he had anything to hide, why had he kept the journals from the police yet given them to me? Perhaps that proved he did have something he didn’t want them to read about after all. Now he’d had me every which way there was to have sex with someone, he thought I would be too ashamed to approach law enforcement. However, our numerous sexual liaisons wouldn’t stop me if I found out anything that wasn’t completely copacetic.

I couldn’t disagree he’d built up a great defense argument I’d have a hard time fighting in court.

I was jealous of my sister and wanted the life she led so after her death, I had slept with her former boyfriend and after he’d dumped me, I’d accused him of having something to do with the death of my sister. It would be very difficult to prove otherwise. Severin would give testimony of my clinginess and how I was unable to let go after Rory had made it perfectly clear our affair would be a fling and little else. It was perfect in fact; I no longer put it past him to have set it up that way just so he would have the perfect alibi. And he had a suspect in me that although there was little proof in the way of circumstantial evidence, a good defense attorney could make me look guilty as sin.

“How is the salmon?”

“What?” I asked, completely absent-mindedly.

“I asked how is the salmon? You seem a bit lost in your thoughts over there.”

I looked at Severin before I observed the table. There was only Rory, he and I who were seated while his two slaves were seated at his feet and he fed them from a separate plate, giving them scraps of food with his fingers.

The meal couldn’t have been more perfect if it hadn’t been so damn awkward. Salmon in a lovely cream garlic sauce, fresh steamed vegetables and fluffy whipped sweet potatoes. It had been delivered from an upscale restaurant in the heart of town and the food was beyond reproach but my mind wasn’t exactly on the fish at the moment.

“It’s very good,” I replied on autopilot as I licked my dry lips.

“What are you thinking about? All that money Rory is going to give you as a kiss-off present? You don’t deserve it, you know. If anyone should be sitting here right now, it’s Trésor, not you.”

I ignored Severin’s little dig and continued to eat my food. He was determined to be an asshole to me and it was obvious to anyone he didn’t like me. No, that wasn’t the right word. He couldn’t stand the sight of me. He never had warmed to me, from the evening before when he had his slaves do degrading sex acts to me just for the sake of recording them.

That was what sealed the deal and would stop me from ever bringing charges against him or Rory. Did I actually want that tape to be played in a courtroom with a jury watching? My credibility would be reduced to zero as the cuffs were probably not seen in the video and it probably appeared like I had my hands behind my back on purpose. It was a leisurely position, was it not?

“What makes you think someone like you is worth fifteen million dollars? What have you done with your life besides pretend to care for causes you couldn’t give a shit about? You’re engaged to a man whose father owns the television network you are employed by yet someone is supposed to take you seriously? Give me a break. You’re less than nothing. At least Trésor was useful.”

I refused to respond and it drove Severin almost to the brink. “
Answer me!
”

“No, I don’t think so. Not with you acting like a spoiled child,” I responded before I sliced off a piece of salmon and stuffed it into my mouth.

I noticed the slight hints of rosemary and sea salt. It was definitely fresh water salmon and it tasted delicious. It was almost as satisfactory as watching a scarlet faced Severin lose it in front of his slaves. Somehow, I didn’t think that was very good decorum for a supposed master Dom.

“Leave her alone, Seven. If she doesn’t feel like talking then who are we to make her?” Rory’s voice was cold, jaded.

“Easy. She should be here on the floor with my slaves because she is
not
our equal! I had her before me this morning, sucking my cock as if it were the most decadent thing she ever tasted and you know what the kicker was, she wanted to please me because she thought I was
you
. If your stupid little whore can’t tell the difference between us then why should I respect her?”

“For fuck’s sake, let it be, Severin.” Rory pinched the bridge of his nose. “You are giving me a goddamn migraine with all your insipid talk and asinine conspiracy theories.”

“Yeah, just don’t fall in love . . . you know what happens when you do . . .” he trailed off cryptically.

Rory shook his head before he threw a cloth napkin over his plate in anger. “You just ruined a perfectly good dinner with all your bullshit. Aurélie, let’s go.”

I wanted to say I was sorry to go—and in a way I was because once he dropped me off in Manhattan, I would never see him again—but I couldn’t take another minute of Severin. I wasn’t exactly sure what kind of relationship he and Rory had but it didn’t take an assessment from Dr. Phil to know it wasn’t a healthy one.