Chapter 4

Adrian

 

 

One year later,

 

 

"Hold it in and do not let it fall," I instructed the woman that was tied with a rope in the middle of my bondage room to a vertical plank, and she nodded, her mouth stretched open with a ball gag.

 

"Good"

 

Picking up a violet wand, I held it to her exposed skin, pressing a button on it that sent a trail of electric shock through her body, and she groaned, squirming against the air.

 

"Oh no, you did not just!"

 

Both me and the lady stared at the ice cube I had placed in her p*ssy that was now on the floor.

 

"What did I say about disobeying me?"

 

She shook her head desperately in an attempt to defend herself, but I was already grabbing a whip from my row of instruments, not interested in the words she had to offer, and hit it against her already red skin.

 

She groaned and whimpered, getting me harder, and I hit the whip against the clamp on her nipples too, loving the way she whimpered helplessly.

 

She loved it too though; that was why she was here anyway, and she crawled to me after I removed the ropes from her hands and feet.

 

"Suck me off."

 

"Thank you for the opportunity, sir," she said before taking the whole of my cock at once into her mouth, like she was starving, and I held her hair in my hand, directing her bob and controlling the rhythm.

 

This was what I did, enjoyed, taking control, but tell me why the image of Lyra kneeling in front of me, her eyes wide and gorgeous with spit coming out of her mouth, popped into my head at that moment.

 

I pushed her off when I had unloaded my cum into her mouth and watched her suck every last bit of it before standing up and leaving her there on the floor.

 

"I didn't tell you to do that," I said, before she could even try to rub herself, and she stared up at me, desperate. 

 

"Sir..."

 

"Don't touch yourself or cum until I tell you to do so, okay?"

 

She nodded in response, making me sigh, and I went back to raise her chin painfully before saying, "Use your words."

 

She whimpered and stared at me, wide-eyed. "Yes, sir."

 

"Good. Now clean yourself up and be a good girl for me."

 

I walked towards the door again, putting on my trousers this time, and I brought out my phone, which dinged at that moment.

 

"Elio?"

 

That was weird considering that we never used phone calls or text to communicate.

 

I clicked on the voicemail he had sent just as Kael joined me outside the room.

 

"Adrian, I think someone is onto us. The Donovans maybe, I'm not sure, but the money laundering business is at risk."

 

"F*ck! Fuck fuck!!" I groaned, running a hand through my hair.

 

"How did they catch onto us? We were so careful."

 

Kael stood by my side saying nothing because what was he supposed to say exactly, and I froze at the next statement my good friend made.

 

"I want you to take Lyra under your care till things calm down. I can't tell you everything in detail now because I'm at a risk of getting caught, but I'll fill you up on things once I'm settled and can call you."

 

The voicemail came to an end abruptly, and I ran a hand through my hair, feeling my insides struggle.

 

At this point, I wasn't sure which one was worse. 

 

Having a rival Mafia on the back of one of our largest money laundering roots or the daughter of my best friend who I had f*cked and managed to keep remembering no matter how much I tried to forget her coming to stay with me.

 

It was a tie, to be honest.

 

I didn't like either of the situations, and even though I would like to get out of the last one at best, I had to ignore the feelings of my d*ck this time.

 

She could be in danger for all I knew or heading towards it.

 

I turned to Kael,

 

"Go to New York to get the lady, and don't tell her anything till she's here. Also tell Alfredo to meet me in my office."

 

He nodded, and I walked past him to my study, where I made calls to people involved.

 

It was obvious that the business was going to go down because of the complications, but I had to make sure our clients were calm.

 

"Adrian," I turned as my brother walked into the study after knocking briefly, and he sat on the chair in front of me, concerned. 

 

"Prepare to go to New York."

 

"What! Why?"

 

"There has been a problem, and I need you to take care of things."

 

"Problem?"

 

I nodded before giving him some instructions to follow, then I walked into my bedroom, where I undressed for a shower.

 

There weren't a lot of hours between New York and Italy, and I wanted to be ready by the time my new guest arrived.