Book 2, Chapter 29: Mini Golf with a Twist, Part III

**Third Person**

Damien and Madison exited the tunnel, feeling happier than a kid in a candy store. They professed their feelings; it was the best feeling in the world.

They agreed to forfeit the rest of the game, noting that it was getting late and they should be thinking about dinner.

They walk out to the main lobby, only to see the old ladies from earlier being detained by the guards. Luke has a devilish smirk on his face, along with the guards, while the ladies are nothing short of mortified. It didn’t take a rocket scientist for Madison to figure out they were forced to witness their little escapade in the waterfall. The women look like they want to throw up.

Damien decides to taunt them by putting his hand under Madison’s dress. He ran his fingers through her folds, eliciting sinful moans at his touch. He kisses her cheek as he pulls them out, making Madison whimper. Both of them see their mixed cream on his fingers. Smelling his fingers, he says to the ladies, “Hmm. Sweet nectar for the gods! I’d offer you a taste, but it’s too sweet to share.” He then started to lick them, making Madison bite her lower lip, loving how sensual he was.

“Young lady, you should be ashamed of yourself for opening your legs for a man like him! The dark and dangerous men are nothing but trouble. He will break your heart and break your soul. I am sure your parents would be appalled by this behavior!” One of the braver ladies chastised. She had her nose in the air and everything.

“Lady, even the dark and dangerous men cower beneath his feet. He may as well be the devil on this earth… but I… I am his fucking queen, and he kisses my feet!”

“Hmm, and what lovely feet they are, Zemra ime… I can’t wait to kiss them more…”

“I have something better you can kiss,” Madison replied, winking at him. Damien growled, pulling his love closer to him. He was two seconds away from taking her to another orgasmic bliss again right there in the lobby of the putt-putt grounds.

“And as far as my parents are concerned, not that it is any of your business, but my FOUR fathers taught this tall drink of champagne everything he knows about pleasing a woman; hell, they taught him how to be the big, bad wolf that he is. That’s right, ladies, I have four legal fathers. My whole family is full of polyamorous and bisexual relationships.”

All four of the ladies gasped when Madison revealed just how sinful her whole family is to these religious, closed-minded, one-track bumpkins. They began to stutter and sputter. One looked like she was going to need an exorcism.

Madison just smiled at them before yanking Damien’s head down to claim his list. Madison also made a show of rubbing her palm against the bulge forming in his pants, making one of the prudish women faint.
Damien released Madison’s lips only to respond by throwing her over his shoulder like the caveman he was.

“Well, as much as we would love to continue our exhibition to you, you must excuse us ladies… I promised this sweet ambrosia to a feast with a certain luxurious creamy drink, and I plan on gorging myself all night long…”

One more of the ladies fainted as they passed them, and another began to hyperventilate. Madison squeezed her thighs tighter at the naughty little thoughts running through her head, including her own midnight feast. Damien quickened his pace to the car, throwing her inside before speeding off at supersonic speeds into the night.

Meanwhile, a black SUV rolled up the driveway at an estate across town, stopping mere feet from the front of the majestic mansion. The estate's lights flooded the garden, illuminating every square inch with harsh white lights against the stark black sky of night.

The guard sitting in the passenger seat stepped out and opened the back door so the woman sitting inside could exit the vehicle.

A butler dressed in a formal tuxedo opened the door and waited for the lady to walk to the entrance. “The Master is in his office. Please follow me,” the butler said stoically. His face held no emotion. The woman played with her fingers nervously as she walked into the mansion and followed the black coattails through the opulent house.

The butler left her in front of a closed wooden door. The woman took a breath and knocked on the door. A soft but commanding “Come in” filtered through the wood. The woman turned the knob and walked into the office, shutting the door softly behind her.

She expected to see the man sitting behind his large desk but was surprised to see the fireplace blazing and her employer sitting comfortably on his sofa with an amber liquid in his hand. His office was pretentious with rich brown wooded furnishings and the classic dark green leather chairs and sofa. The room was dark except for the roaring fire emitting a flickering yellow hue. The thick maroon upholstered curtains were pulled to the side to see the beautiful black sky, adding to the room's darkness. Despite the warmth from the fire, the woman shivered, feeling the coldness in the air.

“Come and join me, my dear,” the man instructed, gesturing to the seat next to him. There was a wine glass filled with chardonnay on the coffee table.

“Now, my dear, it is time for us to get serious,” the man said, turning to the woman who took a large sip of her liquid courage.

“Damien is getting too close to the O’Donnell girl. Her family is starting to poke their nose in our business, and Damien’s obsession has forced me to change my plans. I need Madison alone. The little shit keeps her under strict protection,” the man seethed.

“I will see what I can figure out, but he is making many changes in the house. The staff is being reevaluated, and he has indeed tightened security after her latest escape attempt. I don’t think it will be fruitful to attempt to take her while she is on the property,” the woman said thoughtfully.

“Well, what do you suggest?” the man snapped.

“Maybe his office. He is going to have to go back to the business soon. It will take me some time to figure out the details, but if we time it just right, we may be able to catch her alone. Either at the compound or have her come to the office where Damien thinks she will be safe. I am sure someone of your status has some trusting companions at the Abizi Tower of Terror,” the woman proclaimed, taking another large sip of the expensive alcohol.

“Yes, I suppose you are right,” the man said, sipping his liquid courage. “But I need this to happen soon. I need the girl in my possession so I can reign in Damien. He will never cooperate otherwise. I have several important clients with billions of dollars on the line that need this to work. There is too much at stake. We cannot fail,” the man warned. There can be no more mistakes. The woman did not need to know just how much was at stake. It was more than a few big deals. The whole enterprise was in jeopardy. His life was also on the line. The girl was his saving grace.

“I won’t fail you, Sir,” the woman promised. “And after I do what you ask, will you keep your promise?”

“Yes, yes,” the man said dismissively. “Once the girl is in my possession, you can have Damien. We will make sure of it.”

“Excellent. I will keep you updated. If I get a shot, I’m taking it, so I suggest you get ready,” the woman boldly said. The man didn’t like that very much. He grabbed her hair quickly in a tight fist. “You do not order me, bitch. I am your Master. As promised, you will be released from your debt, and I threw in Damien as requested for good behavior. DO. NOT. TEST. ME. WOMAN.” He seethed.

“Yes, sir,” the woman breathed, fighting back painful tears as the man’s hold was threatening to dislodge a chunk of her hair from her head.

“Good,” the man released her head with a shove. “Now, go to my room and strip. Be ready for me when I get up there,” the man dismissed her. The woman chugged the rest of her drink and hurried out the door. She was nauseous all the way up to his bed chambers. She hated submitting to him, but she was used to being a whore. She had been his slave for over ten years. While he used her body relentlessly that night, she drifted off into her fantasy world, where she was living a happy life, her belly swollen with her dream child of her dream husband, *Damien*…
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