Double Dealing: A Menage Romance(76)

I opened the door to see that she had left her lights off, nothing but seemingly dozens of candles illuminating the scene before me. “Mistress?”

“Come in, Spartak,” she said. I couldn't see her, but recognized her voice was coming from behind a changing screen on the right side of her bedroom, and I could just see a wisp of golden hair fly up as she put something on. “Please, make yourself comfortable in one of the chairs.”

I looked and saw that she had two chairs arranged on the other side of the room, facing each other. I took the smaller of the chairs, even though it had a back because it was lower in a position to the other, which looked almost like a Roman couch than a normal chair. Sitting straight and tall, I waited for her to come out from behind her screen.

“Did you enjoy today's test?”

“No, but it was necessary.”

“Necessary in what way?” she asked, her voice coming closer. “Don’t turn around, but look at the chair in front of you.”

I kept my eyes glued in front of me, even though I could hear her coming closer, wearing her high heels and sending jolts of electricity racing through me. Her fingers trailed over my shoulders and neck, and I struggled to find enough focus to answer. “Necessary because Sacha was trying to find men worthy enough to protect you . . .”

“I see. Eyes forward.” A black cloth appeared in front of me, dropping into my vision before wrapping around my head and being tied securely behind me. “And is my Uncle Vladimir overly concerned with my safety?”

“No, Mistress. Your safety and happiness are of primary importance.”

“To who?” she asked, coming around in front of me and sitting down. In the darkness of the blindfold, all I could do was listen as she settled down, the couch whispering as she settled in. “To Vladimir? To Sacha?”

“I don’t know them well enough to answer,” I said.

“Then to who is my safety and happiness of utmost importance?” She asked again. I could hear her arranging herself on the couch, and my nose tickled at the mysterious scent that she was wearing, arousing and airy, angelic.

“To me. I would give anything to serve you.”

“Anything at all?” she asked. “So if I told you that to be my companion you must become a eunuch, and have your balls cut off only to have them fed to the pigs, you would do it?”

I nodded without hesitation. “If that is what you ask.”

There was a slight pause, then a chuckle that sent shivers down my spine. “I think I like your balls exactly where they are. Tell me, if I were to make you my companion, and not just my pet, how would you serve me?”

“In whatever way you need,” I said. “My every thought is of you, and ensuring you’re happy.”

“And if I said that I’m not happy?” she asked. My heart broke at the pain in her question, and I knew that she wasn’t asking as a test, but because she truly wasn't pleased with her life. I was getting a rare glimpse that few other people got to see, behind the persona and at the woman herself.

“If I had to move heaven and earth itself, I would do whatever it takes to make you happy,” I said.

“So you love me, then?”

I nodded, unable to say more. I heard her chuckle, and her voice came closer to whisper in my ear. “I need you to say it, Spartak. Say that you will love me, serve me and be mine forever.”

“I . . . I love you, Mistress,” I said, warmth and pain tearing at my chest in equal amounts and for unknown reasons. Even though my heart said I loved her, there was something else that was breaking, as if I was enacting a betrayal. But to what? To whom? “I will serve you and be yours forever.”

Her hand stroked my cheek again, and I moaned when her lips caressed mine. Her kiss lingered, and it took every ounce of my willpower to not pull her to me, I was so hungry for her touch and her caress. Instead, our kiss continued, her tongue tracing my lips before we tasted each other. “I ask because I’m not happy, Spartak.”

I felt her reach behind my head, and the knot on my blindfold loosened. The black cloth tumbled from my eyes, and I could see again. The first thing I saw was my Mistress, her blue eyes swimming in tears, but a smile on her perfect face. She sat back, and I could see what she was wearing, a white teddy with silk stockings and matching high heels. She was beauty personified, as precious as the finest diamond, and her tears pierced my heart. “What can I do to help you find happiness?”

She reached out and took my hand, placing it on her left breast, where I could feel her heart pounding under my fingertips. “Am I beautiful?”

“Of course. Even if I didn’t love you, even a blind man could see that.”

“If I wanted men to be my slave, I have only to snap my fingers. Uncle Vladimir has ensured that. But I need more than that.”

“What do you need?”

“I need a companion that not only loves me, but I can love as well. But to love him, I must respect him. Your efforts over the past weeks have shown me that you are a man of remarkable strength, intelligence and ability. But you still have a ways to go to earn my respect. You won’t be sleeping with me tonight, Spartak, but you’ve moved one step closer.”





Chapter 37





Francois