Page 26 of Bourbon Kingdom
My conversation with Goldie when she first showed up at my door constantly rang through my head. She wanted to be a part of my future; she saw herself with me in the long run. That night, I felt a little nostalgic over what we used to have, the suspense of it all, but after I met Mercy, I knew there was no turning back. Right now, Goldie was a means to an end for me, the end of Jett Colby, and if I had to lie to her, to let her believe I was waiting for her, then so be it.
Leading Mercy into one of the playrooms, I watched as she walked past me into the black out room. Everything in the room was black, from floor to ceiling. You could choose the lighting you wanted reflecting off of the walls, so for today, I chose yellow, because Mercy looked gorgeous under the color.
Clicking the door shut, I turned to see Mercy, kneeling before me in a submissive pose, just waiting for my command, just the way I’d instructed her in the past. From the look of her kneeling before me, I felt myself grow harder, it was that easy when it came to Mercy.
“Mercy, you have such a way of pleasing me.”
She didn’t speak. She just continued to look down at the ground like a good submissive. Kneeling before her, I lifted her chin so she was forced to look me in the eyes. Her green eyes found mine and, once again, I got lost in them. With just one look, she was able to make me surrender every wall I’d put up around my heart.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I whispered softly, taking a nip on her lips, an action I couldn’t keep myself from engaging in. “Stand, I want to talk to you.”
She did as she was told and waited for me to direct her. I took a seat in one of the black sofa chairs in the room and patted my knee. Silently she walked over to me and straddled my lap, making her breasts even with my eyes. My mouth watered as I examined her plentiful chest. She was natural, everything about her was natural, from her hair color to her body. I couldn’t get enough of her.
“Tell me, Mercy, have you missed me?”
The green in her eyes sparkled as her head nodded with contentment.
Mercy was the exception out of all the girls. Initially, I trapped her into working with the club the same way Leo and I forced the other girls, but after a few interactions with Mercy, I realized she was different. I realized she appreciated the dominance, she thrived on it, and that was what made us so compatible.
“Have you heard anything new today? Did everything seem to be in order?”
She nodded her head with a small smile to her lips.
“I want to hear that beautiful voice of yours. Tell me, how was your practice with Goldie?”
I stroked her sides as she spoke softly to me.
“She’s nice, Rex. She tells us how beautiful we are every day, and is confident in our abilities.”
“Do you not get the same thing from me?” I asked, a little concerned.
“No, I do, but I don’t think the other girls do.”
I nodded in understanding. “Don’t worry, baby girl. Once we have more members, they will feel the same way you do.” Studying her for a second, I asked, “Mercy, are you jealous of Goldie, that she is living with me? Be honest.”
She took a second to think about it, and then shook her head no, causing a little ricochet of pain to run through my chest. I wanted her to be jealous, to be the only one to have the privilege of being with me.
Her eyes matched mine as she spoke. “I’m not jealous of someone who is no competition to me. I see the way you look at me, compared to the way you look at her. I know the difference. Do you want me to be jealous?”
Did I want her to be jealous? Yes, I would prefer her to want me the same way I owned her, but the confidence coming off of her was, by far, more enticing than the notion of her being jealous of Goldie.
No, I adored the fact that she knew she wasn’t competition, that she had me wrapped around her pretty little finger.
Pleased, I stood up and then grabbed her hand to make her stand as well. My lips found hers for one last kiss, and then I shooed her away. She needed to get back to the other girls before Goldie started becoming suspicious. I was surprised Goldie even let me be with Mercy, but then again, she was desperate, desperate to prove herself and to build a “relationship.”
I laughed to myself at the thought of that. The only thing she would be developing with me would be a permanent spot on my center stage. Every elite in New Orleans would know who Goldie was, what she looked like naked, and how it felt to be buried deep inside of her.
Jett had fucked with the wrong men.
Chapter Nine
“Friend Like You”
GOLDIE
Two days working with Eva, Bizzy, and Mercy and they were still just as closed off as when I started with them. There could be only one reason they weren’t opening up—it had to be Rex. He had to be holding something over their heads, something more than just being fired from the club. Blane was the same way, he was reserved, kept to himself over at the bar and would occasionally work with one the girls on a demonstration, something I would never get used to watching.
For some reason, seeing another dominant work a submissive hit too close to home for me. When I was watching Diego, it was different; he wasn’t entirely dominating the woman he was with when they were practicing, he was more like dancing with her . . . in a sexual way, but still, watching Blane with the girls was different. It was like having an out-of-body experience, watching myself and Jett together, especially when it was Mercy and Blane working together.
