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“Sin has a club, which is where Rossi wants to meet. It’s neutral ground, so it should be safe. It’s actually a good sign that Rossi wants to meet me there. Being seen in public with him could help my reputation.” He grimaces. “Unless he wants to publicly declare me an enemy.”

Cameron’s musing sounds important, but I can barely focus on it. A club. He’s going to take me out to a club? I shouldn’t be excited about it, especially since we’d be meeting a high-ranked criminal who might or might not want Cameron dead, but I can’t help it.

It’s odd because I’m not much of a people person, and going to a club was a nightmare even before I got kidnapped. Although I doubt some mafia head honcho would want to meet up in a college dive bar with beer spilled on the floor and thumping music so loud you can’t hear your thoughts.

“Is it like a gentlemen’s club, with high armchairs and men smoking cigars and drinking bourbon from bottles that cost thousands of dollars?”

Cameron snorts. “So, we’ve moved from supervillains to Bond-movie villains? Yes to the expensive bottles and comfortable armchairs,” he says before I can react to his teasing. “Big no to the gentlemen part.” The thought seems to amuse him. “A gentlemen’s club.” He laughs. “Sin’s going to laugh her head off when I tell her.”

“I’m glad you find me funny, Sir,” I grumble halfheartedly. I don’t like to be the butt of the joke, but at least Cameron looks happier than he has in days.

“Among other things. Now, if you’ve finished eating,” he grabs my arms and pushes me off his lap, “put my cock in your mouth. Show me how eager you are to please your Master. On your knees, pet.”

As I sink onto the soft rug, warmth spreads through me. Cameron smiles down at me, waiting with that quiet certainty that I'll obey.

I smile back.

This is where I belong. I can't believe it took me so long to figure it out.

Chapter 39

Cameron

The next few days are like a dream. Justin and I spend them together, and I can’t even be mad about the events that caused this forced vacation, because everything is amazing.

I try to stay vigilant, not to get my hopes up too high. The other shoe will drop soon, I’m sure. Justin will drop the pretense and attempt to escape. He will. It’s the only thing that makes sense, because he can’t actually want this. Want me. It’s ridiculous.

And yet, his act hasn’t slipped once. Not even when I “accidentally” left my phone in the living room and left to take a pretend shower. I watched Justin through the cameras he has no clue about, and all he did was look at the phone, shake his head, and then sink back into a comfortable kneeling position. He even smiled. Not a smirk, a real smile. The perfect act.

Maybe he does know about the cameras. He definitely knows about the ones in the basement. Is he waiting for a better chance? He’s curious about the club, so maybe he hopes to escape once we’re there. I shouldn’t have promised to bring him along. It’s stupid and risky, but a part of me wanted to show off. To make everyone look at my beautiful pet and know they can’t touch him because he’s all mine.

The club itself isn’t going to be a problem. Kidnapped people are an everyday occurrence at Indulgence and consent means nothing there. If anything, it will further convince Justin that there’s no escape.

It’s getting to Indulgence that’s the issue, especially with Small after me. He can’t get me at home, and he won’t be able to get into the club, but there’s nothing stopping him from pulling me over on the way there. And with a captive in my car, the night would go from bad to worse in seconds.

It’s a stupid idea, but I already know I won’t say no to Justin. His excitement is adorable, and I can’t wait to see his face when he realizes just what kind of club Sin runs.

A gentlemen’s club. I snort. There are no gentlemen in my world.

Justin groans next to me. He tries to roll over, but his body doesn’t cooperate, so he just flops around gracelessly. Yes, I drugged him again. Not because I was afraid of him escaping, but because drugged pets are fun. I’m trying to see how much cum I can stuff him with until the drugs wear off, and judging by the twitch of my rapidly filling cock, it’s time for another addition.

I position him on his stomach and stuff a pillow under his hips. I earn myself a moan as the fabric brushes against his shaft, but it’s a sleepy one. Even unconscious, he tries saying my name.

“C’m’rn.”

His eyes are closed as he hovers between drug-induced sleep and reality. This might be the last peaceful night either of us get. If the meeting with Rossi goes badly tomorrow…

No. I’ll worry about that later.

I kiss down Justin’s spine, tasting salt. We’ve been at this for a while, and while Justin isn’t quite an active participant, he’s worked up a sweat too. I bite at his cheek, right next to a mark I already left there earlier. I’ll have to add more. If we’re going to the club tomorrow, I need Justin covered in proof that he’s mine.

As I spread his cheeks, a shiny gem nestled in the base of the decorative plug catches the overhead light. It’s pretty, but pales in comparison to Justin’s hole with my cum seeping out of it. I fist my cock and get ready between Justin’s legs. With how much cum I’ve already pumped into his hole, lube is unnecessary. I want him to feel me for days.

I carefully remove the plug and immediately replace it with my cock before my cum can escape. Justin groans when the head nudges through the tight ring of muscle. He grips the sheets and does his best to move, but the drugs haven’t worn off enough for that yet. “Cam’ron…”

He whimpers as I push in. My weight settles over him, and I lower my head to kiss his neck. “Yes, it’s me, little pet,” I whisper into his ear, then nip at the lobe.

A muffled cry escapes him when I pull back and slam back home. “Too… much…”