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quickly over to Holly, lowering my hand so it rests on the side of her face. It’s almost a sweet gesture, which is amusing considering what I have in store for the poor girl.
    “Stand up,” I murmur, my fingers still stroking her soft skin.
    She does, her eyes leveling on mine, icy blue and showing no fear. I bring her against me, my lips meeting the crest of her neck as my tongue rolls along her skin.
    “You haven’t requested me in a while,” she comments.
    I see the concern in her eyes and I want to laugh. After the way I treat her, she would still do anything for me, just like the rest of them. My jaw tightens as I spin her around. I don’t need her concern, and I certainly don’t need to see the pity in her eyes as I do what I’m about to do to her.
    This has nothing to do with the need to hurt or degrade and everything to do with punishing myself. Who knows, maybe she gets that. Maybe she’s more intuitive than I give her credit for. The reality is if I don’t do this then I can’t feel normal, and if I can’t feel normal I can’t function.
    I reach above her and grab hold of the chain, wrapping it around her wrists. She breathes out heavily, jumping at my forcefulness. Next, I place the gag in her mouth, and then I fasten the blindfold.
    I walk over to where the cameras sit and switch them on. They’re perfectly aimed to catch the entire show while keeping my identity a secret. Last time I checked, over twenty thousand people had logged on to watch.
    I walk back around the bed, placing my hands on her hips, my cock hardening at the sight of her. I don’t know why I am the way I am, but there is something so inherently sexy about knowing what I’m about to do will be out there for everyone to see.
    She groans as my fingers trail over her ass cheeks, her back arching in anticipation. She wants this. Her eagerness to please me is both a turn-on and a turn-off. What can I say? I’m a complex guy. My fingers close around the thin strap of her thong as I rip it from her pussy. She cries out, and then again as I plunge a finger inside her. Her cries dull into a soft whimper as I tease her. Some nights I’m up for playing, but tonight what I need is to exhaust myself into being able to sleep.
    I spread her cheeks and drive myself into her wet pussy. She gasps, the chains restraining her rattling as she pulls against them. My fingers tighten around her slender waist as I push her back onto my cock. Her small, tight pussy struggles to contain me and it feels fucking glorious. My balls slap against her ass as I grab hold of her hair, yanking her head back. She gasps as my mouth presses against hers. I’m still inside her and so close to releasing. I push her head down against the mattress and groan as I come inside her.
    I slow right down as my cock throbs and then I slide myself out of her. I walk over to the cameras and switch them off before walking out of the room, where I call Marina to help Holly recover.
    The session was fast tonight, but I’m not here to entertain. It arouses me to be watched, but I don’t care about fulfilling the satisfaction of anyone but myself. That includes my girls. I pay them for a service so I can avoid all the intimacy crap that goes with a normal relationship.
     
    Pulling back the covers on my bed, I fall in, exhausted but knowing that sleep most likely will evade me like it does every other night. I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in years. Not since that night. The night I was supposed to be staying at Jeremy’s house. The night I lost my entire family.
    To this day nobody really knows the truth about where I was that night, or what I did, and maybe that’s why the nightmares hound me, refusing to let me rest. Or maybe that’s just my conscience. I reach over to my nightstand and grab a pill, taking it with a sip of water. I close my eyes and wait for morning or death.
    Whichever comes first.
     

Chapter Four
    Charlotte
     
    Not even a pep talk from Jess