‘She’s got the place in great shape for the guys, and she’s prepping for the grill. I think she’s going to have the time of her life tonight. Meeting the crew is a big step and she’ll sure be kept busy.’

Dax didn’t move, but her ass shifted back just slightly, enough to rub that rump on his dick and as though she’d cast a spell on his blood it did as she had silently requested and began to fill his now distracted organ.

‘How long we got until they show?’ Dax asked Bruno.

‘About an hour.’

Bringing his hand away from her hip he spanked her right ass cheek, and her body jolted in response. ‘Then you’re done here,’ he said to her. ‘I need something to wear, get upstairs and iron my shirt.’

‘Which—‘

‘I don’t know yet,’ he said, ‘start at one side of my closet and work your way across.’

That was the kind of comment that he would never get away with upstairs, but she bumped him with her ass again and toddled away upstairs, just like he’d told her to without complaint.

‘Who’s coming?’ Dax asked, when she was out of sight.

‘Don’t know, whoever shows up… they’re gonna love her.’

The light in Bruno’s eyes was wicked, and Dax knew just the kind of things that would be expected of his female, because he’d been to these kinds of parties before. These were the type of parties that he’d frequented with Trystan since they were kids.

‘If they want female company then they better bring it with them.’

Bruno’s grin twitched, then vanished. ‘What?’

‘None of them are to touch her.’

‘Wait a minute, Dax, she’s not your woman, our job here—‘

‘Is to get her ready for Trystan. It might be a laugh now, but Trystan won’t be happy to marry a woman that every other guy has got his hands on first.’ Bruno’s eyes drifted as he considered this. ‘He’ll want them all to want her, and he’ll want to be able to offer her out as he sees fit. If she’s already done the rounds—‘

‘How do you think he’ll feel about what you’ve done with her?’

Dax shrugged. ‘I’ve fucked Trystan’s women before. I know how to be discreet… I think we need to change up the game.’

‘How?’

‘We’ve made her obedient, right? We know she’ll open her legs when Tryst wants it and she’s not likely to cause a fuss.’

‘Ok.’

‘Now we need to teach her how to be a proper wife to her man. Make sure that she knows she’ll be expected to carry herself with a bit of class. The last thing Tryst wants is a cheap ho,’ he said, using Trystan’s own words.

‘So we dress her up pretty tonight, let her know it’s her job to play the hostess who turns a blind eye?’

‘That’s it.’

‘So we better get you some company,’ Bruno said, removing his hand from the gun to retrieve his cell phone from the back pocket of his shorts.

‘The guys will bring women. There will be plenty to go around.’

‘Mauri wants her to spend some time at the mansion before Trystan gets back, to make sure she’s up to muster… and that she fits into the dress.’ Bruno’s grin returned and Dax forced himself to try and return it, but he knew his expression came out as more of a grimace than a smile.

He went to the fridge to get a beer. ‘I’m going to check on her,’ he said, twisting off the cap and tossing it away before he left the room.

Chapter Nine

Taking a long drink from the ice-cold bottle, Dax went up the stairs and into the bedroom. Lowering the bottle from his lips, his surprise at the vision she presented must have registered, but the Minx said nothing about it. She remained where she was, lying in the middle of their bed, naked, with her knees pulled up and far apart giving him a sweet view of the snatch she was juicing up for him.

Her fingers toyed with her clit then moved south to circle her opening, which she then probed with the tip of her index finger.

‘Don’t be shy,’ she purred, sliding her finger out of herself, she brought it to her lips to lick the length of it. ‘Come over here.’

If he’d needed any more evidence that he’d failed in his task of whipping her into shape then this was it. She wasn’t supposed to be seducing him without fear, he was meant to be intimidating her into submission, and with most women his act worked. How she had seen through him and embraced his nature, he wasn’t sure, but this was the proof that she had.

‘Not a chance,’ he said, and he didn’t even try to stop his smile. Unfortunately, the scorch of blood flooding his dick brought him to an aching arousal, that he needed to loosen his jeans to alleviate, but he couldn’t do that now or she’d think that he had plans to use the organ he liberated.

The real torture came in watching those fluttering eyelashes tempting him, and the mountains of her gorgeous tits calling for his hands, and that cunt… already it was swollen and wet enough for him to slide in without any prep time. He could see the glisten of her delicious nectar coating the ripe, pink flesh begging him to sink his cock into it.

‘You said I’d come to crave you, that I’d be addicted to your spunk, and here it is, Dax, that day has come. I want you. I need it. I need you to fuck me now. I need your dick—‘

‘What is going on here?’ he asked, putting the beer bottle on the dresser and crossing to the bottom of the bed.

That move didn’t earn him any break though, she rose onto her knees on the end of the bed and hooked her arms around his neck. ‘Come to bed,’ she said, pouting those lips and murmuring out her words. ‘Get rid of your clothes and come to bed with me, please tough guy.’

Her husky whispers did nothing for the blood going south but this was too suspicious for him to give in to, she’d never been this easy even when she was horny as fuck… and those times he loved to take advantage of. ‘You’re supposed to fight with me, Minx. You’re supposed to be here against your will.’

‘Is that what you need?’ she asked, unbuttoning his jeans for him, and sliding her hand into them. Coiling her fingers around him, she used her whole arm to massage his shaft. Her shoulder pressed into his chest as it bobbed up and down so the rhythmic motion vibrated through his whole form. ‘Do you need me to beg for release? Please let me go, Master, please, please.’

‘Ok,’ he said, snatching her shoulders he gave her such a shove that she bounced on the mattress when she landed on it. ‘What’s going on? You think you can keep me here all night? That if I get into bed with you we’re going to be there until morning and you’ll miss the party?’

‘No.’ She shook her head and got back onto her knees, but the act was gone.

‘You’re supposed to be up here ironing shirts.’

Pointing behind him, he turned to see that there was a black shirt hanging on the closet door. ‘Wear that one, you look hot and dangerous, and it makes the colour of your eyes more intense.’

Usually he picked out her wardrobe, and now she was doing it for him. The funny thing was that he didn’t care, because he wasn’t really bothered about clothes. Her picking something out gave him a break on making the decision himself. He told her what to wear, what to eat and when, he told her when to sleep and when to open her legs, giving her this tiny bit of control meant nothing.

‘And the act?’ he asked, scrutinising how she sat with her hands curled around each other on her lap and her eyes lowered to the bed.

‘How many men are coming over tonight?’ she murmured.

‘I don’t know. Could be five, could be ten, could be fifty. I really don’t know.’

‘Ok, we don’t have very much time. Do you have any lubricant?’ she asked and when her eyes came up to his, he read fear in them for the first time.

Scratching the side of his neck, he tried not to be affected by this rare vulnerability that she was showing him. ‘You looked pretty lubed up there already, babygirl. I don’t think you need—‘

‘It’s not for that.’