AURORAIt's Monday night again, I love Monday nights. I have so much steam to blow over, with Caelum on my ass all weekend, I've developed a strong penchant for hurting men. My client tonight will have the worst night, or the best. I plan on fulfilling all the depravity I was taught tonight, and I hope the client has a degradation kink among other kinks. If he does not have one, that's fine too, he's going to have Aurora in the showroom tonight, Rumor won't be playing, I won't.“Aurora, so we're not talking about the man that dropped you off a few days ago?” Olivia asks from behind me.My gaze shifts from the mirror, to over my shoulder where Olivia sits with my daughter in her lap. “Not right now, I have to get to work.” “You are hiding something from me, why does it seem like nobody tells me shit anymore.” she frowns.“Oli, you know what I do for a living, he's a company driver, that's all there is.” I lie, my gaze shifting back to the mirror where I fix my makeup, heavy bright m

“You're such a good boy,” she grins, nodding to the table where he instantly moves to, dick hard and back bleeding from her ferocious hits.Rumor walks up to him, at the very time Bishop nudges my arm. I turn to him, abandoning the show when I don't want to. “Cass, this is what you're into? It looks very painful.”“No, it's her art into.” I tell him, “Caelum on the other hand..” I trail off, shifting my gaze to him. He has his hands pressed into Brielle's waist as she straddles him, undoubtedly sitting on his dick. He finds this shit show just as erotic as everyone in here, or maybe it's her that he likes. Making degradation isn't his kink but back at our club, he loves to degrade his toys. “He seems to be enjoying it, right Caelum?” His features turn rigid, and Brielle yelps, at same time I hear cheering, as well as Bee nudging my leg with his. My gaze promptly swerves to the glass, Aurora is straddling her playmate, while he lays flat on the surface, her hands on him, cinched

(Caeulum’s POV continues)My belt couldn't bend her, but my cock undoubtedly will. My hips thrust forward, each time harder, picking up pace, she keeps her hands up as instructed, wobbling with my every thrust but not once does she drop them.“You're going to come around my cock, you're going to come so hard until you realize just who owns you.” I groan, thrusting into her.Her eyes roll to the back of her head, cursing at me. “Me,” I grunt, “I fucking own you.” hard thrust, “ You're my little slave, Mine,” I tell her, thrusting into her with a force that pushes her up the mattress again.Her body goes limp, her cunt tightening around me. All movements halt for a second but she resumes, “Okay.” She moans. “Yours.” she wails. I continue to thrust, watching her face closely, she's gone. Her eyes are empty again, way too empty. Her body rocks against me but she's gone. How does she fucking do this, and who is she with when she leaves me?“Aurora?” I groan in frustration. “You own me,

(Aurora's POV continues)“My nephew's surprise birthday party, he paid for everything and his text specifically states he wants you to take Layla.”“What the hell is he up to?” I scowl, but Emelia shrugs in response. “I'm not-”“Please come to Sweetheart, I didn't pay for it myself because I went a little overboard with my planning. I need Caelum's money, please attend, Layla will have so much fun, it's Disneyland Cassian's backyard.”I shake my head, seriously not believing the shitty luck life has dealt me. Nearly seven years I've known Emelia and somehow, I've never had the chance of meeting her brother but yes, I've seen pictures of them together in a tabloid magazine, they addressed her as his mysterious fling and not wanting to deal with it, I simply brushed it off. I never did tell Emelia exactly who Caelum was, everything about him died down two years later, and with it came my new life, a better one than I had been trapped in before this but somehow, nothing beats my the thre

CAELUM Some things in life break you, even when you try to maintain the guise you put on, something will always break you. For me, that something has always been her, Aurora.From the day I laid eyes on that woman, I've been acting a fool, smiling at her whether I was happy or not. My official induction into the Knighthood as a group had taken place the night prior to meeting her, when I went to the men's room I was frustrated because Bishop fucked up our induction rite by killing more than one scoundrel. According to tradition, it's bad luck and dooms the Knights of that generation. But somehow, when I saw Aurora, I felt my anger subside, it was directed to whatever made her cry. A pretty girl like her should never have been crying in the men's bathroom, and certainly not flirting with me like she wasn't heartbroken five seconds ago. I knew I shouldn't have gotten involved with her, but fuck me, she was surreal.Seeing Aurora drift away underneath me that night broke my guise, but I