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Chapter 2
Aston
There she is. And what a sweet little flower she turns out to be. Even sweeter than I could have hoped for.
I’ve been watching her for a while, taking in the sight of her petite body, wrapped in delicate white lace, just like I told her to. An ivory white mask conceals the area around her eyes, but the embroidery is so delicate that her features are still visible. She looks like a pretty doll, her eyes unusually large and surprisingly dark in contrast to her light hair, and her luscious lips painted in a warm pink that makes them stand out against her alabaster skin. Her blond locks are falling down her shoulders, only secured by little hairpins at each temple.
She’s shorter than I expected, even with the heels that elongate her alluring legs, adorned with white stockings with ruffles at the seam and a ribbon around her thighs. She really looks like a living doll.
Myliving doll.
A sense of pride had washed over me when I saw her enter the venue. She doesn’t display her body the way most other girls do around here, she doesn’t tease or entice or do anything to catch anyone’s attention. On the contrary, she looks like she doesn’t want to be seen by anyone, despite her breathtakingly beautiful appearance, keeping her head low and avoiding eye contact with anyone whenever she dares a shy look around the room to look for me.
I felt proud because I know thatIam who she wants. I am who she’s waiting for. The most delicious little lamb in this entire venue and she’s all mine. I can’t wait to see how much of me she can handle, how much she’s willing to give, and more importantly: how much she’s willing toreceive.
But her exquisite innocence draws some unwanted attention to her, and when looks turn into action, it’s my cue to move and claim what is mine.
I fetch two flutes of champagne, before I hurry to make my way over to her and save her from the grabby old moneybag who’s trying to claim her for himself.
And now she’s staring at me with those lovely doe-like eyes, while her fingers tighten around the flute I just handed her.
„It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, little flower,” I say, raising my flute to her.
She hesitates for a moment, her eyes glued to me, before she jerks, as if to rip herself out of a thought, and we clink glasses.
„N-nice to meet you, too,” she stutters, and the way her fake lashes flutter beneath the mask, makes me swell with pride once again. Her high-pitched voice matches her looks. She chirps like a little bird, carrying an elegantly soft melody of her own.
„Drink,” I tell her. „Helps with the nerves. And they serve excellent champagne here.”
I’m not sure if she can see me winking at her through the mask, but she lets out a short-lived giggle and brings the drink to her lips for a large swig.
„It’s okay to be nervous,” I let her know. „Don’t worry, I got you.”
She looks at me, her eyes wide and her lips quivering, as if trying to speak but bereft of words.
„You…you have been here before, right?” she finally asks, her voice almost low enough to call it a whisper.
„A few times, yes,” I say. „It’s an elegant venue, don’t you think?”
She nods as her timid gaze trails through the room. I have seen that look on many faces before, the shyness, the fear, laced with curiosity. Unbeknownst to my friends, I’m a well-respected member of this club. I know my old college friend Logan has been a patron here for years, before turning his attention to the new location in Washington DC. I was careful never to run into him here, because I don’t want anyone—not even my oldest friends—to know about my…inclinations. But I don’t have to worry about that anymore, now that he’s tied to a girlfriend and no longer hunting for prey in these establishments.
He and the other boys still think of me as the goody-goody of the group, the moral authority that keeps everything and everyone in order—and that’s exactly the image I want to convey. It’s necessary, for my own safety.
„It’s quite something,” my flower says, her eyes still wide as she scans the room. „Is it always like this?”
„They don’t have a masked ball here every weekend, if that is what you mean,” I say. I step closer, cornering her, as I place myself between her and the room, while she seeks refuge against the wall. „I picked a special event for us tonight because I thought it would be fitting, considering how we met.”
„Well, technically we never actuallymetbefore tonight,” she dares to tease. The appraising look on her face tells me that she doesn’t have the courage to be herself just yet.
„True,” I agree, which helps her relax a little. „Let’s just say how we ‘found each other’ then. Sound better?”
„Yes, Sir,” she purrs, obviously remembering what I told her about how I would like to be addressed.
What a good little girl.
She throws me a shaky smile, before lowering her eyes in a demure fashion that makes me want to drag her up to one of the rooms and have my way with her. But it would be too early for that, no matter how much I want to savage that beautiful body of hers.
„Why did you tell me to wear white?” she wants to know, her eyes flitting back and forth between me and the crowd behind my back. „I noticed that the women here are all either dressed in white or black, but no other colors. Is the dress code that strict?”
