It was the nicest thing I’d ever owned, and it was completely destroyed.
“Good luck playing your damn ‘gig’ now.” He grinned at me and threw it down. “Just remember, little girl. I do worse than that to people who f*ck
with me.” He took another sip of his scotch.
I didn’t care anymore. I was f*ck
ing out of there. I wasn’t going to spend another minute near him. I needed to get out. I needed to go somewhere. Anywhere.
I needed Janson.
Kathryn
"I can't stand him," I cried as I clung to Janson. He'd been holding me for what felt like hours.
"You don't have to go back, baby. If you are in danger, I don't want you to." He said it with serious conviction. "We'll figure something else out. Anything else."
"How can we? How is that even possible?" I asked. He had no choice, he had to follow orders. It was his life. His duty to the family. Anything he was telling me was just to make me feel better.
"We'll think of something, baby girl. We always do. I'll talk to Greyson about it."
"Does he know, about us?" I asked. I hadn't said a word to him.
"No, but that doesn't matter. What matters is you felt unsafe at home, and you feel safe with me. Plus, you have the information that you gave Michael. It's only a matter of time before he figures out what it means. Before they get closer to capturing him. You've done your part. You've done more than enough." The way he said it stripped all of the anxiety from my mind. Any fear, any bit of terror that was weighing me down, was gone.
"But my violin," I started.
"I'll buy you a new one. Don't worry about it. Don't worry about the gig."
God, it felt so damn good to be held by him. Like I knew that everything was going to be all right. That he would take care of all of it.
"We're done talking about that. Now, it's time for you to just do what I tell you and for you to not think about anything else."
"You want me to follow orders?" I asked. He loved being in control, but this was a bit different than I was used to.
“Strip down, Kat.”
"But-"
"I said strip down," Janson growled. He was so very serious.
I looked into his eyes. It was now or never. I had to do what he asked me to. Had to give him exactly what he wanted. Janson was so powerful in my mind, so strong, that I just wanted to obey him. I didn't want to think. I didn't want to worry. I'd spent enough time doing that, and I would have enough time to do that.
So, I stared at him intently as I took each piece of clothing that I was wearing off right in front of him.
Giving him his own personal strip tease. Each piece of clothing fell off, revealing just a little more of me. First my shawl, then my dress fell to the floor. Then I was left in just my bra, panties, stocking and garters.
“Is this what you wanted, Janson?" I asked.
“Yes,” he said unapologetically as he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me forward into him. I was on his lap in my undergarments. “It is exactly what I wanted. You don't need to think about anything else but pleasing me."
He reached around and grabbed my ass, giving it a light squeeze as he slid his hand inside my panties. Panties that were completely soaking wet.
“Do you know why I like to be in control, Kat?” Janson asked. He hissed it against my ear. f*ck
, it was sexy voice.
“Why?”
“Because I wasn’t in control of my life for so long. Growing up, as a teen, I never had control. It was all about taking orders. Sometimes it still is. But I've made my own fortune. Before this, my life it was all about making sure that everyone else's needs were met. But now, I get to determine what to do with you. I get to manage it. I get to manage you.”
“Not everything is always in your control,” I prodded, gently.
“That's true, but you are. It is when I want it to be. Where I want it to be. I can handle the rest. But you, can you listen to me, Kat? Do exactly what I want when I want?” he asked, that flicker of cruelty in his eyes.
The one that scared me and made want him even more.
“It’s what I’ve been doing so far," I answered. From the first time he laid his hands on me to now, I've been nothing but compliant. In my own way.
“Not without a fight," he countered.
“That’s who I am.” Like I said, in my own way.
“And I like it, but I still want to control you. To own you," he growled. "To make you have my baby."
“That just isn’t going to happen, Janson.” I knew I was wrong, just as the words slipped out of my mouth. In so many ways, he already did own me. I was his to command. To control. I would give him whatever he wanted. Even a baby.
And deep down, a part of me liked it.
“Will you make me obey?” I asked, teasing.
But the look in his eyes was completely serious.
“Is that what you want, baby?”
No. No, it wasn’t. No.