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Rule 1: Never call her by her name.
Rule 2: She’s nothing but a pet. No matter how beautiful she is.
Rule 3: Never make her feel like Cinderella.
Just fuck her, but never fall in love with her.
It's been almost a decade since I joined this billionaires' club, and I have never diverted from its rules. My breaks from being a surgeon are only for playing and not finding romance. I have no time for love. Let me rephrase that. I have no time to trust love.
Why dwell on something you cannot control when you have something you can? On this island, I can order the woman to act like she's madly in love with me. So in love that she’ll spread her legs and offer me all her holes when I tell her to. Yes. For me, love is nothing but sex. I love the act and not the woman.
Loving the sex and not the woman is a practice we observed in this club to minimize the risks. But Carmen’s beauty reminds me that she’s a woman. Seeing her that way is a disaster ready to happen. So, I needed to stop before I could start. But I can’t let another man take her as his whore.
Just never make her feel like Cinderella. Her innocence will turn everything into fantasy. She has given herself to me and enjoyed every moment of it. I'm afraid she'll give her heart even if I don't ask for it. It shouldn't matter. Many escorts had done the same, but I rejected them without hesitation. I didn't care if it hurt them. But I could end up breaking Carmen and giving her reason to no longer share her warm smile with others.
Treat her like a pet. Call her “Tannie” just like that night.
But I remember how she smiled at the children as they called her name. I want to see her look at me with adoring eyes, too. Shit! For the first time, I hated the rule I made. Even Alex can call her by name. Why can’t I?
I take a deep breath and try to focus. Carmen is here as my toy. For me to fuck and play with. I don't need to know anything about her or be worried about what name to call her. Carmen or Tannie, it doesn’t matter. I’ll fuck her like a pet.
NEVER FALL IN LOVE is the only rule I still have a grasp on, and I intend to follow it to the tee. There will be no romance on this island. No Cinderella story. No fairytale illusions. It'll only be a story of a master getting all the sex he can have from his pet. I'll make sure of it.
"I suggest you rest until dinner," I tell her while looking at my watch. "I have a meeting with some members. I'll fuck you when I return."
Her mouth drops open as my coldness shocks her. I lose control upon seeing her parted lips and slide my lips between hers and conquer her tongue with mine. She doesn't hesitate to show her disappointment over my order. She pushes me away and says, "I'll wait, then."
Her brown eyes become darker and sharper. I want to see them filled with delight, but I'm doing the opposite. Great job. It's the right thing to do. And as a surgeon, I know that the right things don't have to be good. It only has to have a favorable result.
I grab her by the nape and ravish her lips again. When she pushes my tongue with hers, I suck it hard until she begs me to let her breathe. I chuckle while pulling away from her. Damn it. The feistiness in her eyes sparks the lust in me. I want to carry her to the table and take her harder than that night.
Carmen is no longer a virgin. She can handle sex better after that night. I don't have to worry about pounding her hard. I can make her cry louder. That will remind her about her duty to be under me, both in power and in bed.
“Enjoy the mansion, Tannie.” Her lips twitch upon hearing her pet name.
The frustration on her face shows how far her fantasy influenced her expectations. She may be a rational person, but Carmen is young. And girls like her love fairytale fantasies. Carmen must find it difficult to keep her head and emotions grounded in reality. Ah. That will make her an enjoyable toy. But fuck her only.
I caress her face gently with one hand before cupping one of her cheeks tightly. “I’ll play with you later.”
I step away from her face when the mist in her eyes glitters. It's what I hate when fucking good girls. They tend to become too dramatic. I call the maids and instruct them to assist her and walk away. I want to turn back and look at her again. Part of me wants to apologize for being cold. But that would be making her Cinderella.
“Wait,” I smile and look back at her.
“What?” I act disinterested.
“Y-your name. What should I call you?" Carmen frowns when I only shrug my shoulders and walk away from her. She curses after remembering the first rule in our contract. Her eyebrows curve while she adds, "I'm sorry, Sir."
“Remember those rules, Tannie. I like giving hard punishments.”
A lie. I'm not into that thing. But I like making my pets beg. It's a punishment for somebody smart, like Carmen.
