Book 2, Chapter 15: Just A Little Fun...

**Third Person**

The day carried on as usual for Damien. He watched Madison throughout the day on his third computer screen. He saw she ate breakfast; he watched her reading in the library downstairs; he watched her interact with Marissa; and he saw she wandered around her new home. He would have gladly stared at the screen all day, but he was busy. He would need to take a trip to the other towers to look over production and training and into the city soon. He thought about letting Madison come with him and spoke with Luke about the logistics of keeping her safe and in their custody.

Luke was with him most of the day, helping organize upcoming shipments. At the same time, Damien focused on the financial books and checking emails for his legitimate businesses. Like every good mafia organization, he used his real estate management company to wash his illegitimate income.

Marissa brought lunch into his office for him and Luke. She informed her boss that she already informed Madison that lunch was ready; Damien felt grateful for his long-time caretaker. She was watching out for his love while he was preoccupied. Damien snuck a peak at the cameras and watched her walk into his room after lunch. His room was one of the few spaces in which he did not have cameras, as his room had an electronic lock. Each person who had access to the room had their own code so he would know precisely who had entered. A ping on his phone confirmed that it was Madison. He presumed she was napping as she did not exit the room for several hours.

He had ordered Marissa to move her things into his room this morning, hoping she would follow the new rules. What he didn’t know was that Madison was up to no good. She had found some extra supplies downstairs, which sparked her itch to be devious.

Damien finished his work in the early evening and went to his room. He found Madison on the sofa near the window, her nose in a book again. He crossed the room in four strides, kissing her head.

“How was your day, Zemra Ime?” Damien asked while his blushing beauty attempted to hide her face at the show of affection. Damien caught a glimpse of her cute pink cheeks, which made him smirk.

“For being held captive in a reinforced plastic bubble under the ocean, not bad,” Madison said with a fake smile. The apparent sarcasm rolled off her in waves, and Damien raised an eyebrow at her. “Don’t be a brat butterfly. Keep up that talk, and I’ll have to put your mouth to better use.”

“You already know what my mouth can do! You weren’t complaining last night,” Madison shot back, and Damien’s smirk grew like Jim Carrey playing the Grinch. Just thinking about all the sinful things about her mouth had him twitching in his pants.

“I’m going to shower, and then we can get dinner,” Damien said, and Madison nodded, returning her attention to her book. She whispered, “Have fun!” Damien had a fleeting thought that she was being too good, and her comment had raised his suspicions, but he ultimately just shrugged it off.

He went to the bathroom, turned on the hot water, stripped his clothes, and entered his humongous shower. He grabbed the new soap from the tray, closed his eyes, and began to wash himself. He tried to relax under the heat surrounding him. The soap felt a little rubbery, but he didn’t pay too much attention until he opened his eyes.

There was no soap anywhere on his body. The lather he rubbed should have made him look like a soap monster, but there was nothing, nor was there any light lemon fragrance he was used to. He looked down at the bar in his hand conspicuously.

He looked closer at the bar of soap and then yelled over the roaring waterfall showerhead, “MADISON!” The only response he heard was cackling. He grabbed the other shower wash and finished his bath quickly, silently cursing his little trickster minx and vowing a suitable punishment. He exited the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist before storming out of the steam-filled bathroom.

“A potato, Madison? Seriously? I thought I told you not to play your mother’s tricks! They won’t work on me,” Damien yelled. She hid behind her book, grinning from ear to ear and shaking, trying to stifle her laugh.

“I didn’t break your rule. You told me not to play my mother’s tricks. They are mine! And it looked like it worked to me!” Madison retorted and started laughing.

“Real funny, Zemra. Be glad that I love you. Otherwise, I would have beat that ass of yours black and blue by now.” Damien said, entering his closet. At his confession, he didn’t notice Madison’s face still for a moment.
He was still dripping from his shower. Madison approached the closest and watched him from the doorway. He went to the dresser and pulled out his boxers. He was so flustered that he pulled out the folded fabric with gusto, sending shiny silver glitter EVERYWHERE!

“What the FUCK?” Damien roared, and Madison dropped to the floor in a fit of laughter; her sides began to pain, watching the big bad mafia lord sparkle like Edward Cullen. Damien was seeing red as he attempted to brush off the tiny specks of metallic waste, only for it to spread. Every single pair of his boxers was covered in the stuff. His shag carpet was twinkling like a disco ball at his feet.

“I am so going to get you, Madison!” Damien said through gritted teeth. He looked at her writhing form on the floor but couldn’t help the powerful lust that coursed through his veins. Her laughter was so melodic, and he couldn’t help but smile internally.

He grabbed a new dress shirt and pants and started putting them on, only to find that the sleeves were sewn shut at the shoulder or the cuff. Madison continued to laugh as Damien huffed, puffed, and sighed through his wardrobe. He went through six shirts before he finally found one that was okay. Turning his attention to his tomato-faced girl with glistening tears coming down her face, he asked, “Am I going to find shaving cream in my shoes like when you were five?”

Madison’s laughs calmed down enough for her to be coherent. “No! I’m not five anymore, Damien, have a little faith in me.”

Unconvinced, he said, “Okay…” and slipped into his shoes without socks since they were at home. But when he put his feet in his shoes, he scrunched his face in disgust.

“EW! What the hell is that?” he inquires, attempting to pull his foot out of his shoe.

Madison has a huge grin on her face. “Maple syrup, duh!”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Madison? This is Italian leather! And that is worse than shaving cream!” Damien attempted to remove his feet again, but they were so sticky. He finally succeeded and used his wet, glittered towel to clean his feet best. He just glared at his butterfly. He bent down and checked a pair of new shoes with his hands to find they were dry, thankfully, before putting them on. Glitter was attached to his feet, but he didn’t care.

“Well, I didn’t put it in your Armani and Prada, so don’t be such a baby! Besides, you’re a billionaire; you can afford new clothes,” she winked at me.

“Those were my favorite!” Damien exclaimed, feeling salty, to which Madison replied smugly, “I know!”

“I am going to get you, Madison! Your ass is mine,” Damien said and tried to walk over to her. Tried being the operative word.

“I thought you were going to come and get me? Pretty sure that means you have to move your feet,” Madison said sternly, failing to hide her evident desire to laugh.

“Madison,” Damien warned as he continued to pull his feet up, only for them not to budge.

“Wow, that super glue really worked well,” Madison said under her breath, and Damien’s eyes shot up to look at her. She saw a dark desire flash in his eyes. “Whoops,” she said.

“Yeah, whoops, that's right, little girl,” Damien said as he slipped his feet outside the shoes.

“Shit!” Madison squealed and bolted to the door when she saw Damien was no longer shackled to the floor.

Damien started to laugh as he slowly followed his fleeting butterfly flying across the other side of the house. They danced around the underwater abode in a fun game of cat and mouse. Both of them continued to chuckle; however, Damien’s laughs were more sinister, knowing that he could catch her at any moment, and when he did, it would be his turn to have some fun.
She finally became cornered in her old room. Damien wasted no time hauling her over his shoulder and walking next door to the red door. She beat his back, but it was like hitting a surfboard. Damien landed a swift smack on her gluteus maximus, which shut her up. He put in the code, flicked on the lights, and quickly threw her on the bed.

Damien stood over the foot of the bed with his arms crossed, his dominating aura coming out in droves. Madison looked around the room, and her eyes widened.

“You have got to be kidding me! Not you, too?” she asked, her breath quickening to match the pace of her racing heart.

Damien just smirked at her and said, “Of course, darling! Who do you think introduced me to this world? Anyway, welcome to our Playroom, Zemra Ime. Kneel for your new Master, and we will begin.”