Come With Me (preview)

Prologue

Zane

This city is dangerous. Predators are lurking in the shadows... just waiting for their next meal. They want to hunt you and then devour your innocence.

I know this because I was a victim of that.

My life was never good ever since I was a young boy. My father died when I was five and my mother remarried. She never knew what a monster she married. Not until it was too late. 

I remember how he lurked the streets for the unfortunate children without a home. Promise them a safe place, he would. Tell them he would give them food, shelter, and money. They never made it out alive. There was only one that did and that was me. My mother never knew because he kept her doped up on drugs.

She never even knew her name.

At first, my step-father just beat me. Says it will make you a man. Then, he started touching me in my most intimate parts of my body. Once he was at that point, he started bringing home the others. Forcing them to get intimate with each other. It was always one boy and one girl. Sometimes it was two of the same sex. He forced us to do unspeakable things to each other while he filmed us. And you know what he did...he sat in the corner and watched with a gun in one hand and the other stroking his dick. 

I know pain.

I know grief.

Hell, I even know anger.

That's why I opened this club to keep people from the demons on the streets. 

Here at my club, it is never forced. Whatever is done to you is consensual. 

Some say I'm sick.

Deranged and twisted.

I won't lie. 

I am all those things, but can you blame me?

I, Zane Touren, was a fucked-up individual. I learned to cope through pain mixed with pleasure. And now I find pleasure through inflicting pain on others.

Chapter 1

Zane

My feet hit the carpet as I roll out of bed. Another night of relived memories plague my dreams. I got a total of three hours of sleep. Not that it’s news to me. Stripping off my clothes, I put on my suit and glance in the mirror. I wink at myself and head out the door. My driver, Galvin is already waiting by the car to take me to the club.

“Good morning, Mr. Touren.” He says, opening the door.

“Good morning, Galvin.” I answer, a forced smile upon my lips.

He shuts the door and slides in the driver’s side. Glancing at me through the mirror, he asks. “To the club?”

I nod and pull out my phone. I text my assistant that I want my coffee on my desk when I arrive. Not only is she my assistant, but she’s also my submissive. I smile to myself, hoping she disobeys. My driver arrives to the club and parks the car. He gets out and opens the door for me. I give him a warm smile and at him. “Be here at five.”

“Yes, Sir.” He says.

Upon entering my office, I frown to myself. 

Damn, no punishment.

The day is still young.

I sit down at my desk and take a sip of my coffee. So much for a good morning spanking. I take another sip and groan as I feel my cock start to swell. I hit the button on the intercom and say. “Sophia, come here.”

“Yes, sir,” she says.

She walks in without knocking, but freezes when she sees my sardonic grin. I shake my head and click my tongue. “Tsk, tsk. You were doing so good, my pet.”

“I-I’m sorry, Sir. I forgot.”

“And, you’ll remember it for next time. How shall I punish you?”

She shakes her head and whispers, “I don’t know, Sir.”

“I’ve got the perfect punishment in mind. Get under the desk and suck me off.”

“But, Sir…”

“Get. Under. My. Desk.” I demand, undoing my pants and stroking my cock.

“But, you have a meeting in ten minutes.”

“Then, you better get to it. Times a wasting, my pet.”

Sophia sinks to her knees and crawls under the desk, peering up with a pleading expression.

“Suck,” I say, pulling her by the collar around her neck.

Sophia takes me in her mouth and sucks greedily as I leaned my head back. Her hot mouth envelopes me, causing me to jerk my hips. She scrapes her teeth, making me yank on her collar. “Easy! Don’t be a greedy slut.”

She whimpers as I force more of my length into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. 

“Goddammit,” I hiss, “You like being my slut, yes?”

She moans in agreement as I feel my balls tighten up when she takes every inch. My chest heaves as my eyes close and moan out her name. “Fuck, Sophia. I’m. Coming.”

She swallows my cum and wipes her mouth, “Thank you, Sir.”

“Come here and give your Master a kiss.” 

She kisses my lips and I hear a knock on the door. I pull away briefly and say, “Come in.”

I continue to kiss her but pull away when I hear a throat clear. “Ahem.”

Giovanni leans in the door, a smirk plastered on his face. “I can come back later if you’re busy.” 

I kiss Sophia and whisper, “Prepare Mr. Lucchese a whiskey on the rocks.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Giovanni saunters in and takes a seat in front of me. “How are you, Zane?”

I smile, “Never better. What brings you down here?”

“Can’t I just stop by and see how my son is?”

I shake my head and chuckled, “Yes but not you. There’s always an ulterior motive when it comes to you.”

“Okay, you got me. I’m having a party tomorrow night and would love to have my oldest son there.”

Sophia steps into the room and places a glass of whiskey in front of Giovanni. He picks it up and takes a sip. “Goddamn, Zane. Your girl really know how to make a drink. Perfect.”

Sophia bows her head, avoiding eye contact with me. Giovanni leans back and sighs, “How’s Ryan?”

“He’s good. Actually, he stepped out to run some errands for me.”

“Damn,” he says, “I was hoping to say hello to him.”

I lean towards him and cock my head to the side. “Why are you really here, Giovanni?”

“I need a favor.”

I grin, “And there it is. What kind of favor?” 

“I need to borrow one of your girls tomorrow.”

“Are you cheating on Rachel?” 

His eyes widen, “Christ no, it’s for a friend. His bachelor party is tomorrow.”

“Okay. Blonde, redhead, or brunette?”

His gaze shifts to Sophia, “What about this one?”

“No. This one is mine and off limits.”

“He prefers redheads.”

I nod, “I’ve got the perfect girl. Ruby is the best.”

“Send her to my club at six tomorrow night. I’ll have the money wired into your account.”

“You’re family. I couldn’t charge you.”

“If you’re sure…”

“I’m sure.”

“Sophia,” I say, “Please, show Giovanni out.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And come straight back. I’m not done with you yet.”

She nods and shows Giovanni out. A few minutes later, Sophia steps back into the room. I lean back in my chair and lick my lips. “Strip and come sit on my desk. It’s time for my breakfast.”

Sophia strips and perches on my desk, spreading her legs. “Lie back and feed your Master.”

Sophia lies back as I pull her to the edge of the desk. I open her slit and run my tongue flat, making my way to her swollen clit. She grips the edge of the desk and moans softly. “Please, Master.”

I pull away from her and grin up to her. “Feed me, love. I want to see you come undone and see come in my mouth.”

And she does.

She comes in my mouth. 

Drips her juices on my desk.

Comes at my command.

“Good girl,” I murmur, “Who do you belong to?”

“You, Master.”

“That’s right. For being such a good girl, I have a special treat for you tonight. Your reward.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Go freshen up and meet me at the car.”