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I force them to let me make outside calls, staying in regular communication with Simon throughout the afternoon, giving him the appropriate code words. If I didn’t, he’d trigger the GPS capsules as per my instructions.
By the end of the day, we reach an uneasy agreement. I know that not all of the men are in accordance with the new terms and I know several of them will try to find a way to wiggle out of it, but a good portion of the men accept what we offer. It’s that or die. For all of their macho bluster, they don’t want to die a slow excruciating death, and they’ll still live their lives largely the same way.
And finally, finally, they agree to my terms, and they let me return to Camille.
Epilogue
BASTIEN
One year later…
Dark Desires thrums with life tonight. It’s a Saturday, and Solomon has come to visit. He enjoys the type of release available here—anonymous with no attachments.
My wife, Camille, sits by the bar near the stage, wearing the dress I picked out for her. There’s a big sparkly ring on her finger and a delicate diamond-studded collar around her slender neck. Men and women look at her appreciatively, but they steer a wide berth. Nobody would dare lay a finger on her.
She meets my gaze and winks at me, with a hint of a smile curling the corners of her mouth. The black Lycra dress she’s wearing is very short, but I was nice and allowed her to wear panties. Camille’s nipples are hard, and she squirms on the seat. She’s a little scared, but she’s impatient. She wants me to do very bad things to her.
I will, after I finish berating Simon, who stands next to Camille.
“Simon, for a smart man, you’re really a fucking moron,” I growl at him. Two of the Franklin men were communicating with each other via handwritten notes carried by a guard, trying to plot a coup. They nearly succeeded.
They’re dead now.
The rest of the family has fallen in line. There has even been a wedding this year—Andrew Franklin, 22, wooed and married a woman who was in his class at law school. He didn’t pick a woman from the orphanage. I allowed the orphanage to stay open, and they’re still raising “respectable Christian women who preserve their virtue,” but no more sending “sinners” babies there to be raised up and then raped.
Andrew was inspired by my changes and decided to marry for love. He did still marry a virtuous young virgin, so his father accepted his choice. It’s the first time anyone from his family has ever had a traditional courtship and wedding. She will know nothing of the family traditions, of course. He’ll carry those on in private.
Simon stiffens under my barrage of abuse. “I’m sorry.”
“Really? How sorry would you have been if your massive fuckup had ended in my death? Why do I even keep you employed? I could hire a fucking brain-damaged gibbon and get better results.”
Simon’s eyes narrow, and a vein on his neck stands out, purple and blue.
Camille slides off her seat as I keep berating Simon until she presses against me.
“Bastien. There’s no need for you to be so mean to him,” she murmurs in my ear, just like she did when we were fifteen.
I am instantly rock hard.
I turn to her with a cold smile. “Really? Should I be mean to you instead?”
“If you must.” The words come out on a sigh of surrender.
I grab her arm and steer her to the steps that lead up to the stage. She struggles a little. “You could be mean to me in your office. Or in a private room,” she protests, but her breathing has quickened with arousal.
“Of course I could. But you wouldn’t hate it anywhere near as much.”
I march her over to the middle of the stage and affix her hands to cuffs that are dangling from the ceiling. She whimpers a little as I push her skirt up. A crowd gathers, entranced.
“They love this, baby,” I whisper in her ear. “They’re all watching you.” I slide my hand between her legs, stroking her dewy wet pussy. She tries to move her body to hide behind me, but I step aside so she’s exposed. I fumble with the dress’s zipper and eventually It springs open, revealing her lithe, glorious body to the crowd.
At one time, I didn’t think I could continue to allow other men to see her like this. But having others watch is Camille’s greatest pleasure. I’ve grown to love the power of being the only one able to touch what every man and most women in this place covet.My wife.
“Oh,” she cries out, throwing her head back and closing her eyes.
“No, baby. Open your eyes and look at them,mon petit chaton.”
She stares at the crowd, dazed with lust. “Please… don’t…” Her legs spread, and she’s panting with arousal.
