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24
Judge
I enter Mercedes’s room on Saturday evening to find her applying the last of her makeup. Her signature crimson lipstick. The makeup is just for tonight. It will be removed from her room once we’re gone.
Her back is to me, and I see how the dress drapes to just the right length to hide any scars. Only the unblemished skin of her back is exposed. Her hair is pulled up, and I can see the IVI tattoo, and the empty space above it where her eventual husband’s mark will be placed.
I can’t think about that, though.
Mercedes’s eyes are on me in the reflection. She knew I was watching and waited, letting me. “Too much?” she asks, standing to her full height.
She’s stunning. Black hair swept high, one tendril left to be tucked flirtatiously behind her ear. Skin glowing. Eyes lined heavily. The scarlet dress hugs her the way it was made to. She has brushed gold dust on her shoulders and at the deep V between her breasts that allows for a glimpse of their fullness, but it’s unnecessary. She’s already too beautiful. Too alluring.
“My eyes are up here, Judge.”
I look up to find her grinning like she’s amused. The old Mercedes De La Rosa will make an appearance tonight. All her armor is in place. I had worried about her going back to a Society event, but I know now I don’t need to be. She will dominate.
“Not too much, no,” I start, taking her arm and tucking it into mine. “Stunning. But you already know that.”
“I do, but I love hearing it.” She smiles wide, and I walk her out of the room.
“Vanity is not an attractive trait.”
“Neither is cowardice.”
I help her into the back of the Rolls, and Raul drives toward the compound. “Are we back to that?”
She turns to me, eyes calculating, and I remember what she’d said in the beginning. How she could have any man she wanted. Any time.
I had no doubt then. I have no doubt now.
“It’s just that if you can’t be honest with yourself, well, it’s cowardly, don’t you think? All the why are you here, Mercedes,” she says, mimicking me, “when you can’t admit to yourself what you truly want.”
“Your pussy.”
“Exactly. My pussy.”
I lean toward her to whisper the next part. “Thing is, I do want it, little monster. I’d love to feel that tight virgin cunt of yours squeezing my cock.”
Her mouth falls open at my inelegant response.
I straighten, victorious. “But one of us has to be the adult here. Think of what’s best for the little monster.”
“Stop calling me that!”
“What’s the matter? Have I ruffled your feathers?”
“Fuck off.” She folds her arms and turns to look out the window.
I chuckle as we pull in through the compound entrance where cars are already lined up, dozens of elegantly dressed men and women mingling in the courtyard.
I climb out of the car and extend my hand. “Shall we?”
She places hers inside mine. “Let’s.” She smiles wide, putting on the mask she reserves for Society events. The socialite. The wealthy, gorgeous young woman who hasn’t a care in the world. It must be exhausting.
I slip a hand to her lower back and don’t miss the looks we’re getting as I lean close to her ear. “Ivy will be here tonight. I expect you to behave. Or else.”
She stops and looks up at me. “Is that why you brought me? A repeat of my punishment with Miriam?”
