It wasn’t until I went into her office and she was on me that I knew what she wanted. I was more than happy to give her that. She’d taken me by surprise, but I think I surprised her when I picked her up, placed her on her desk, ripped her clothes from her body, and fucked her right there.
I spilled all those feeling deep inside her, the ones I had felt that very first night. I don’t know how men treated her before, but she seemed to like me taking control in bed. My reaction to her in her office that day was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was almost like I wasn’t me. That she’d uncovered my baser instincts.
When she’d finally come to, she tried to pull herself from me. I only held her tighter. That seems to be our game now. She tries to pull away, and I grab hold and pull her back to me.
What’s holding her back from me, I have no idea. I know she has her issues. She needs control, and I let her have it when we’re not in the heat of passion. I think that’s why she keeps letting me get closer and closer, a little bit at a time. She knows I won’t make her choose. I want her to choose me. To let that life go, but I want her to choose it on her own, and I think she needs that, too.
When she told me the story of growing up with a ruthless father, a notorious mob boss, I got her. Things started making a little more sense. I also know I’m the only person who knows she was his daughter. I got the inkling she might have killed him. It was easy to read between the lines of her story. I got what she didn’t fill in, and I wouldn’t make her say anything she didn’t want to. She would if she wanted to, or maybe it wasn’t something she wanted to relive. I have no doubt in my mind my Samantha would take down any man who laid a hand on a woman. Anyone could see that with the way she treated her girls.
I just knew her father ran a whorehouse and treated everyone in his life like shit, and she was not excluded from that list. I have a feeling she took the money he’d left behind and started the Mistress Auctions, a place where women can sell themselves if they want, but would always be safe.
She keeps giving me all these little pieces of her, and I just keep collecting them. I’m hoping that one day I’ll have them all, and I don’t care how long it takes me to get them. A tight grip took hold of me last night when I saw her holding back from me a little. There’s something she’s not telling me.
I lean down and kiss her softly on the lips. One hand comes up, sliding her fingers into my hair as she sleepily deepens the kiss.
“You wore me out,” she says, pulling her lips from mine.
“Stay in bed, love. You don’t have to be up for a few more hours.” I rub my hand across her stomach, loving the silky feel of her skin against my rough hands. Everything about us is such a contrast.
Her breath catches for a moment. “Okay, cowboy.” She grabs the blanket, pulling it over her head and burying herself deeper into the bed.
I still feel something is wrong. It’s coating the air. Others may not be able to read her, but I can. I notice every breath she takes, and they’re off.
“There an Auction tonight?”
Her blue eyes pop back open at that. I always go to her Auctions. I don’t buy. Hell, I don’t even really watch. I just worry that one day she might be up there, and I want to make sure I’m there to buy her. Hell, I’d love thirty solid days of having her all to myself. I’d never let her leave this room.
“Hmm. Yeah.”
There it is. Samantha doesn’t hmm.
“I’ll see you tonight then.”
“I’m sure you will, cowboy,” she teases, maybe realizing that I know something is off.
“I love you,” I say, leaning down to kiss her. She kisses me back, but this time with a little more force. The same way she always does when I tell her I love her. Something I’ve been doing for a while.
I’ll get those words from her soon enough.
Chapter 2
Samantha
I watch as Leo’s sexy, jean-covered ass walks away from me and out of the bedroom. I have the sudden urge to chase after him and pull him back into bed and under the covers with me.
He would stay here all day if I asked him to. If I wanted him naked and tangled in the sheets with me, there wouldn’t be a second of hesitation from him.
Closing my eyes, I lie back on the pillow and think about him. How his forest-green eyes see right through me, and still he doesn’t push me away. I think about his short dark beard and shaggy dark hair that hits almost to his shoulders. How his big body is utter perfection, and all I want to do is cling to him. His strong rough hands hold on to me but never hold me back.
He’s too good for me, and I know it.
The first time I saw him was across a crowded room at a work function. I’d been invited by a member and wanted to see if there was some potential business there. I’d heard of Leo Ramsey through the years, but I’d heard that he was reclusive and not known to venture out too much socially. From the descriptions everyone gave me, I expected a hunchback. What I saw was a goddamn thoroughbred stud. I knew the second our eyes locked that I wanted him under me. I never imagined what could have happened after that first time.
I slipped him my card that night with the intention of having a little fun and letting him crawl back to his cave. But the day he walked into my office and those dark green eyes landed on me, I knew I had finally bitten off more than I could chew. There I was, thirty-four-years old, and a man had finally managed to not only break down my shield but did it in a way I never saw coming.
The first time he came to my office downtown, I didn’t play coy. I made my move thinking I would lead the show and he would disappear after I was finished. I’ve rarely been surprised by people in my life, but Leo surprised me. Not only did he give me the best orgasms of my life that day, but when I tried to brush off the experience and pretend like it was nothing, he wouldn’t let me. Those dark-green eyes have seen my game from day one.
I may have had a rough life to begin with, but I’ve earned every dollar and every favor since I started the Auction. I’ve told Leo a little about my past, but there are some things even I can’t admit out loud. There are a lot of things I’d rather forget, and bringing them up won’t change them. I’ve shared with him more than I’ve ever shared with anyone, and I think he knows enough to assume what I leave out.
My father was in the mob in Vegas and had his hands in all kinds of dirty shit. He ran a brothel, and my mother was one of his whores. When I came along, she had no choice but to keep working the house and raise me there in the back of it. I give her credit for trying to shield me as much as she could, but my father was her pimp, and he was a piece of shit.
By the time I was seventeen, I was ready to leave Vegas. I’d saved up the money I made cleaning rooms at the brothel and had a bus ticket to California. But the night I planned to leave, everything went wrong. My father showed up high as a kite looking for my mom. This wasn’t anything new. He was constantly beating on the girls and letting whoever had twenty bucks come in and do what they wanted to them. But on this night, though, he seemed crazier than usual, and he picked my mom. It was as if he knew I was on the way out the door.
At first he had tried to make her put me to work, but she convinced him that I made a better maid than a whore. It was one of the kindest things she ever did for me.
The brothel was pretty much empty that night, so when he took my mother out back and started beating on her, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. By the time I got to her, it was too late. He had gone too far, and I wasn’t there to save her. The one thing I was able to do was make sure that he never did it to another woman again.
When the cops showed up, they didn’t ask a lot of questions. My father was a wanted man and was in and out of jail for years. The brothel was registered in Nevada, so it was all legal, and after the dust settled, I was declared the owner.
Becoming at madame at eighteen wasn’t my first goal in life, but it turned out to be something I was good at. After a few years, I sold the place and made a good profit, getting into the high-end business, which paid much more.
I’ve spend the last ten years building my empire, and now I rule the world. If you’re anyone who is anyone, I know you and you know me. If you’ve got more money than you know what to do with, I’m the woman to help you spend it. I deal only with women who are willing, ready, and discreet. But above all else, I keep them safe. I give them safety nets, security, and a way to do what they want, while making a killing. Some women enter into one contract and are set for life. Those are the success stories I love to make. Sex is natural, and women love it. If they can get paid millions to do it, then why not? I’m in the business of providing the elite to the elite, and I don’t make mistakes.
I roll over and bury my face in the pillow. How could anyone love someone like me? Leo tells me he loves me, and I desperately want to say it back to him. But I feel like if I give him that last piece of me, then I’ll have given him everything. What will I hold on to when he leaves me? What will be left of me when he realizes that I’m not worth the effort and he’s out the door?
Things are changing between him and me, and it’s time to come clean.