Page 70 of Volatile Waters

Wolf’s perfectly sculpted shoulders stiffened. “What do you mean next?”

To give him a taste of my sinister side, I acted appalled. “What? I did not tell you who has paid for your insolence?”

“My insol—” Angrily, Wolf stood from his bed. “You asshole, what are you talking about? I’ve been abducted. Of course, I’m going to fight.” Wolf wasn’t as tan as he had been when he first arrived, but the one light in the ceiling shined off his body, exposing what his soon owner would be admiring for some time. His defined stomach muscles continued down and between his hips, leading to a penis that hung in front of finely trimmed pubic hair.

“Asshole?” As if he were merely a child, not a marvel for the eyes, I lectured, “No, no, Wolf. What are you supposed to call me?”

I witnessed his internal battle between his ego and need for knowledge as he stared at the phone in my hand. With his teeth locked together and his jaw muscles thick, he finally said, “Master.”

With a pat to my chest, I cooed, “Now, wasn’t that easier? You just doing what you’re told, versus this?” I tapped the cellphone’s screen and showed Wolf my special video—my demand for him to behave. The screen was dark, due to the evening. A handler pinned Wolf’s tied up mistress to her living room floor, but her muffled cries could be heard. The other handler, who was filming, was sure to get a close-up of her gagged mouth and tear-stained face, while the hooded attacker and his erection was seen sliding in and out of a vagina.

As Wolf charged me—something I was completely expecting—I slipped the phone back into my pocket. We wrestled for a few moments so he could wear himself down before I made it clear I had full control by wrenching his arms behind his back. To prevent scarring, I had to be sure his head didn’t crack against the blocks when I shoved him into the wall, my chest to his back. Leaning my weight into him to hold him still, I couldn’t help but notice how he felt up close. Yes, he was firm due to being in excellent condition, but there was a softness I didn’t expect. Or maybe he smelled so good it softened his hard edges.

Pushing my unusual thoughts aside, I sneered. “We have been over this, but let me explain again. You are no longer in America. Your family will never find you nor rescue you. Now, here’s an update. We have obviously found your family. Your mistress is used up, but we still have your wife, your mother, and your daughter to hold over you.” He resisted my hold, but I pressed forward. Eventually, his eyes slid shut. “You have already been sold. There is no changing this. However, I am offering you an opportunity to go through the process without dragging more of the women in your life down with you.” When he once again tried to get out of my trap, I pushed harder, physically and mentally. “So that you and I are clear, this is your one chance to save your daughter. I will fly to America to personally rape her three-year-old cunt if you piss me off.”

“You fucking bastard!”

I had won. So, I grinned with us cheek to cheek. “Fucking bastard, what?”

His back expanded with every sob I tore from him. “Master. You fucking bastard, Master.”

Leaving a distraught Wolf behind in the hallway, I watched as my father happily approached. “I have wonderful news,” he said.“There is now a bidding war going on with your new pet. Three billionaires are fighting over him. We are at a million so far.”

Wolf had been chosen and sold, but money is money. Father must have purposely bragged to other customers about the prized slave. Let the price dance begin.

He patted my chest before waltzing toward the hallway that led to the stairs. “None want him damaged, and all want only for him to be an incredible lover. Yes, I said lover.”

“Fuck.” I had just played hardball with Wolf. Completely wrong approach. “I could have used this knowledge moments earlier.”Training an Elite to be submissive, able to handle the whip, or good at oral sex is one thing, but to train one to be a true ‘lover’ is something else altogether. I exhaled, long and hard, sensing the unknown of the upcoming direction of Wolf’s training. “He is not a homosexual.”

Father’s voice echoed as he climbed the stairs to enter our home. “Not my problem, Yury.”

“It is your problem. You have given me an impossible task.”

“You pull off this sale, and I will give you twenty-five percent of profit.”

There wasn’t enough money in the world to force someone to prefer the same sex if it wasn’t what they truly desired. Staring back at Wolf’s door, I wondered if the money was even worth the effort. I was sure to fail. “How long do I have?”

Father’s voice faded. “The hungry men will wait for as long as it takes.”

To make Wolf into an enthusiastic lover—one to blow the minds of millionaires—I was going to have to make him desire men. Since that was not an option, I decided on another approach. Not from personal experience, but from novels I had read, I learned love and sex can be two different entities. Even though they blend incredibly well, you can have one without the other. I pondered on the thought of finding a way to make Wolf fall in love with me. As it had worked with other slaves, when emotions were involved—one-sided of course—sex became something they did to please me. I hoped to convince Wolf he wanted to please me, also.

My mind raced to figure out how to first rectify the damage just done. Since using his weakness against him had worked, I figured it was worth using it in my favor this time. From my front pocket, I retrieved a little pink elephant, then unlocked Wolf’s door. He was sitting in the dark room, propped on the floor in the far corner, appearing emotionally spent. Even his bare feet were a balanced beauty with his perfectly proportioned toes. Legs bent with his arms resting on his knees, his face was still wet from tears over his daughter. I picked a wall and sat next to him. I thought it better than looming over him while in my chair or standing. He needed to view us on the same level, in more ways than one.

Shielding the elephant in my closed palm, I leaned my head back against the wall. I wasn’t faking my own exhaustion. This lifestyle was taking a toll. “I’m sorry you are going through this.”

He wiped the wetness from under his nose. “Bullshit. I’m nothing but money to you.”

Changing his mind was crucial, but it would take time. So, I started us off with some honesty before my trail of lies. I nodded. It was true. I was only interested in profiting off of him.

Wolf’s hands turned into angry fists. “I want to kill you.”

Staring at the floor, my shiny dress shoes, his bare feet, I nodded. “I understand that, but her safety remains the focus. Yes?”

His voice cracked. “Yes.”

I opened my palm to expose the stuffed toy.

Wolf inhaled sharply, then his eyes raced to mine. “No. You don’t understand—”