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Copyright 2017 Daisy Rose
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.
This is the first book of a trilogy that features a dominating alpha male who takes control of a young virgin who yields to him utterly and completely.
It also contains scenes including exhibitionism & voyeurism, spanking, domination, gangbang, bondage, and submission.
Chapters with 18+ scenes are indicated with an asterisk (*).
I glanced around one last time before deciding it was safe to climb over the tall brick wall, carefully bringing the rope with me. The end of the rope was knotted firmly around the tree. It was my way out. Someone made the mistake of planting trees by the barrier, one of which allowed me to reach the top of the wall. My fingertips found a firm grip on the edge and I hoisted myself up, then pulled my leg over the barrier awkwardly.
A branch snapped as I kicked my right leg up over the wall. I cursed the noise it made as it fell down to solid ground beneath. Thankfully, the noise wasn't loud enough to alert the guards. The fact that the mansion was nestled in the midst of a small forest meant that occasional noises from scurrying animals were unavoidable. Still, I waited with batted breath for someone to check out the noise.
I made a mental note to exercise more. James can scale walls twice as high in half the time and without breaking a sweat. That man is made out of pure muscle and spends his free time training whereas I spent mine with my nose buried in fiction novels.
I should take up on his offer to join him one of these days. I was already breathing heavily. It was pure luck that there were tall trees in place to help me up or things would be more complicated.
After making sure that nobody had seen or heard me, I dropped from the wall and my feet met the pavement. Brushing strands of hair out of my eyes, I glanced at my watch for the umpteenth time that night. Twelve fifteen. That should give me a good half hour before the next shift change and I could sneak back out. For a mere businessman, he had a suspiciously strict security detail.
James would be furious if he found out that I had gone alone. I didn't want to get him in trouble, especially since he had been against taking up the job in the first place. The money was too good. I should've been wary when we were offered so much money for what seemed like an easy job.
It only took a few days to find out that it wasn't going to be easy at all.
The mansion loomed in front of me ominously, moonlight illuminating all of its magnificent architecture designs. The windows were large glass panes that were beautiful to behold and impossible to penetrate without making my presence known. It would be stupid to break into the place. Even stupider to just stand by the wall and do nothing.
I squatted down behind a large potted plant and held my breath as one of the security guards took his nightly rounds to make sure there weren't intruders. He was hidden in the shadows as well, his neat tuxedo almost luminescent in the dark. I glanced down at my own outfit. I was wearing a tight black cotton shirt and a comfortable pair of black tights that allowed me to move around without getting caught on anything. I tried working in slacks once. Once.
The moment he was out of sight, I started moving quickly and quietly towards my target. I looked back at the wall just to make sure the rope wasn't obvious before telling myself to get on with it. I didn't have time for second thoughts.
Carefully hiding within the shadows, I made my way to the part of the mansion where the security cameras wouldn't see me. It took a little searching in the dark, but I managed to find my entrance. I brushed aside the creepers that had grown over the window and shimmied it open with ease. The security guard wasn't going to come this way for another fifteen minutes at least. The window wasn't even locked. There was an abandoned room in this part of the house. One that nobody went to.
I slipped inside, not even bothering to close the window after. I would leave the same way. I dug my torchlight from my backpack. The small beam of light allowed me just enough vision to look around.
It was a risk to come in at all, but I was too far gone to turn back now. The room I entered was large and empty but for shelves of documents lining the walls, several stacks of books and a large framed photograph propped against a stack of books at the center of the room.
I knelt and aimed the torchlight at the picture, finding it empty. Confusion filled me until I realized I was looking at the back of the picture.
"Idiot," I whispered to myself, trying to calm my beating heart. I brushed cobwebs from the frame and turned it around. I almost fell back in surprise when I was suddenly looking into the eyes of a young woman. It was just a picture.
The portrait of happiness on the canvas was painstakingly drawn with pencil, individual lines clear even in the dark.
"Hello there," I whispered softly to the painting in an attempt to calm my quickening heartbeat. The young woman was beautifully done, her smile genuine and her eyes kind. She looked uncannily like me, hair long and pulled into a ponytail and her cheekbones high. She even had the same smile, two front teeth almost a little too large to be fully beautiful. I shivered and resisted the urge to turn the picture back around. I put torchlight in my mouth, the light aimed at the portrait, and took a picture with my phone.
I needed to figure out who she was later. There was nothing in the room worth my time. Old documents and accounts of his company, outdated books and encyclopedias... nothing that I was here for.
I was here for just a single item.
I unlocked the door and carefully made my way outside.
The hallway was unlit, which was just how I liked it. If my research was accurate, they would all be in the dungeon.
And that was where I was heading towards...
I've met the owner of the house only once, in an opening of one of his bars. Damon was handsome, especially when he smiled, but the smile was quick to disappear and he didn't stay long enough to answer any question the media had for him. I was just there because one of our clients liked having me as arm candy.
His hands were tucked neatly into the pockets of his leather jacket the entire time he was there. He towered over most of the women and men in the room. He wasn't bulky, but what mass he had were pure muscle. I knew because I had to tail him for the past month before finally getting enough information of his routine to break into his house.
Contrary to what you may be thinking, I wasn't there to steal anything. No, I was here to procure something. A single piece of evidence that may be enough to crush his entire umpire. A picture.
Just one simple picture and we'll have fifty grand in our pockets. My pocket. But James probably deserved something around twenty percent of that.
I didn't want to work as a private detective. I was neither born nor raised in it like a lot of men in the profession, nor was I trained for it. Not many women became private detectives. It was the sort of work that just didn't appeal to little girls.
Somewhere along the line, I made all the right choices, or rather, all the wrong choices to bring me down that career path. Maybe I should have made a different choice way back then. Or maybe I should just choose another career. I was young enough to go to college and get a degree. But times were tough and the work paid well. James said I had the knack for the work. I had the patience, the stealth, and the guts. I also had the luck.
The thing about living a life of a private detective was that eventually, looking over your shoulder just became second nature. Even though I have only been on the job for three years, I had already made more enemies than I could count. I had to be cautious, always, but it wasn't some constant sense of foreboding. Life wasn't that bad. Most of the work I had taken on were low key. I kept my distance from everyone so when I do get caught no one would be able to identify me.
I focused my attention back to the task at hand as I walked out of the shadows. This part of the house was brightly lit, but I should be alright as long as I didn't run into anybody. I wasn't dressed anywhere near fancily enough to be a houseguest.
Just as I suspected, there was nobody else roaming the mansion.
Damon wanted to keep whatever it was that they were doing in the dungeon entirely private. And that was what I was here for. The risk was high, but the reward meant we would have enough to finally get that vacation I was promised when I first started the partnership with James. We were a two-man army. Well, a one man, one woman army, but close enough.