Some day we will meet again. Those words I said to my best friend before me and my family moved over seas. Everything was difficult for me. I was so very young. I didn't know the language of my classmates and my best friend wasn't there to ease my mind.
My parents tried their best to keep me on a leash but still I had to stray from the thin line. I got in the trouble I had now way out. Ten years in the juvenile prison from arson that got a family of three killed. I set the fire but nobody should have been home.
The time in the prison changed me. I grew up with much tougher boys than me. I needed to become somebody to earn respect there. So at the cost of my purity I earned my place in the gang that kept the true power inside the prison.
I lost my virginity at the age of 12 and I was the second in command at the age of 15. I was able to seduce even a decent father to do my bidding and my body was able to kill without weapons at the age of 16. Still I was lean as a girl and the Top liked me that way. I started to dress like one before I even noticed. Sure it gave me leverage. My opinion made difference.
Well, the ten years went by and I got out. I was 22 and beautiful like a maiden in her prime. My golden hair was long enough to reach the small of my back. My skin was flawless from where it could be seen. There were few scars that marred my upper thighs from the punishment I got from the Top nine years ago. On my back was a tattoo of a fire breathing black dragon I got as a gift from the Top as I turned 18. It was a nice one. The guy who did it was a virtuoso with the needle.
The guards were happy to see me go. I had been a thorn in their flesh but now I was a problem of the world. My parents were there to take me in again. They had been at my trial too. They had told me that I needed to take the punishment from what I had done but after it they would be there for me. And they were. After the ten years I saw my parents again.
They had tried to visit me but I had refused every time. It was my only right as a prisoner and I had used it. No need to show how I was faring. Now they saw me though. They saw a young man who was supposed to be their child but did not look like one.
I was dressed in my best dress. It was black and long but had an open back so that the dragon was there for everybody to see. No sleeves on this one. It showed the accessories on my arms. The dress stayed up with a collar and two silver chains that glinted in the sun. My hair was raised in a high ponytail and I had the emerald green earrings I had gotten from the Top just last night.
I had high heels and and a silver anklet that had a little bell on it. It chimed every time I took a step. My fingers and toe nails were painted red, and so were my lips too, the rest of my make-up was just to enhance my green eyes. I had gotten everything I needed to keep myself like this.
My parents waited for me to step out and walk away from the gate. I think they could not believe that I was the son they waited for. The guard watched me all the way and just as I stopped few a feet away from my parents he raised his voice.
”Next time you burn somebody you will not get it this easy, Yilan!”
I turned to look at him. I did not raise my soft voice but he heard me anyway. ”Maybe next time I will not be arrested at all.” I gave him a wink and turned to look at my parents. They still stared at me and finally they walked to me.
”Yilan, what has happened to you?” Mother was close to tears and she reached to touch my face.
I leaned into her hand much like I had done for the Top. ”A lot, mother, a lot. I am not a child anymore.”
”Well, let's talk about it at home. We need to get you normal clothes.” Father's voice was low but there was a command in it.
I straightened and looked directly into his eyes. ”No, we do not. I have all I need. I am wearing these of my own free will.”
Father looked at me shocked and mother reached towards me.
”But Yilan, you're a man now...” Her voice trembled.
”Yes, I am. There has never been any doubt concerning that. Not even when I gave myself to others to survive. Mother, do not pity me as there is nothing I would have done differently.” My voice has gone even more soft now. ”I am not the son you knew. This is who I am now.”
”We'll talk more at home.” Father turned towards the car and mother hurried to him. They talked silently for a while. I would have been able to hear if I had cared enough. I gave them a moment then walked to the car and seated myself on the backseat crossing my long legs elegantly. The slit showed half of my left thigh but the scars remained hidden. I had made sure they were not seen by anybody but the one that made them.
I was in charge of the gang outside the prison now. The word had been sent to the streets two weeks earlier. The gang was more like an organization. The Top still had a year until he would be a free man again. I would miss him as he had been very good to me. I could pay it all back to him by keeping his organization running smoothly.
My parents surely had waited and hoped that I would start study and get a decent job. I did disappoint them once again. I only stayed home that one night. I had another place to stay. The Top had told me to live in his penthouse apartment and keep the place and myself ready for his return. He was only three years older than me and was already in prison when I was brought there. Why he still was in the juvenile prison was anybodies guess. He had a lot of power that much was certain.
***
It has been three years since my parents picked me up from the prison. I stayed the one night and said my goodbyes. They let me go without any fuss. I took my place as the second in command and learned quickly what the position needed from me. I learned that this was an independent branch of a very much larger organization lead by the Top's father.
The day the Top got free he came and he took me on his desk and ruined a few important papers in his passion. I took everything he gave to me just like I had done in the prison. Only after a very heated session of sex and mild violence he kissed me and told me he had missed me.
I am still living with him. He runs the business but I take care of the problems. I am also his secretary and accountant. And tonight I have an appointment with a young man who has not paid back what he owes to our organization. Instead of nicely paying us he has committed many of our men to the hospital. It is time this farce ends.
I bowed to the Top before leaving the office and get in the backseat of a very expensive car. I have no licence so there is always a chauffeur for me. He is a good looking young man with a ragged scar on his left cheek. He got it a year ago while defending the Top. The rusty pipe got him good but the wound has healed nicely. His brown hair looks always unkempt even though I know he takes good care of it. It shines in the sun just like his sky blue eyes do.
”You know where to go.” My voice is still soft. I have no need to raise it.
”Yes, sir.” He closes the door he opened for me and takes his place behind the wheel. ”Only you, sir?”
”Yes, I have you if the need comes.” I know I can trust the man.
He does not answer but the car starts and we are on our way to meet the ungrateful client of ours. He seems to have the money to pay but refuses to do so anyway. He has to know it will become hazardous to his health. I will try to talk to him one more time but if he refuses to listen I have my orders to bring him to the office. For his sake I wish that he pays quietly.
After a half hour ride the car stops and I open my eyes. I had no need to see where we were going so I took the time to rest. I never sleep in the car but even the little rest while my mind wanders is enough. The door opens and I get out smoothing the hem of my long dress. Only now I realize that my appearance is very similar to the day when I was released from prison. Only now my earrings are real emeralds.
”Wait here. I’ll call you if the need comes.” I have no need for back up just yet.
”As you wish, sir.” He takes a step backwards and bows lightly.
I nod to him and walk to the old apartment building. The elevator takes me to the third floor. The door is already ajar and I take the invitation. The apartment is quite clean and in good order. I walk further in the apartment and finally see the owner of it. The man is of same age as me sits on the armchair and smiles at me.
”I was waiting for you to show up. The dragon princess of the Tempest group.” His voice is hiding a taunt.
I incline my head and smile a little. I've been the princess for a long time now. ”Then you know why I am here.” I keep my voice soft and calm.
His brown eyes glint in the ray of sunlight and he crosses his legs. The nearly black hair reminds me of someone from my past. ”Yes, the money I loaned. I'm not paying it back.” He smiles again.
So he thinks we are playing by his rules. ”And why is that?” I am curious, he plays a dangerous game with the rules he does not seem to know.
”I haven't achieved what I came here for.” He reaches towards the pocked inside his jacket.
I just stand there and wait. If it is a gun I am in trouble. ”And what is it you came for? It is not the pocket money you loaned from us.”
He pulls out an old photograph and looks at it with a small gentle smile. ”I need to find the person in this picture.”
I walk closer my bell chiming gently. He hands the picture to me and I take a first look. My famous calm leaves me when I see who it is. The green eyes and golden hair of a ten year old boy makes me gasp.
”So you know him. Where is he.” The man raises from the chair and takes the photo from my trembling hand. It takes a moment for me to get my emotions under the control.
”What business do you have with him? Why are you looking for him?” My voice has a dangerous hiss in it. Still soft but there is an edge that normally makes people nervous.
His cool demeanor changes suddenly and he backhands me with full strength. ”Tell me bitch! What have you done to my friend!?”
I did not expect the hit and fall on the floor. My head spins from the direct hit. The words leave me numb. Is this my friend from the past? The one I made the promise I could not keep? Without more thinking I push the little button on my bracelet.
He towers over me ready to strike again but I am faster. I kick the heel of my shoe into his ankle and he drops on my level gasping in surprise. With a simple movement I have him in a head lock.
”Now, we can settle this with or without pain. Tell me what you want from him?” My voice is calm again. He did not recognize me and what is even better he thinks of me as a real woman.
He pants in my hold unable to release himself. ”I need to see him! Tell me where he is!”
I sigh. ”You are a hot headed one. I think you need some time to cool your head.” My aid is here with a syringe. ”Do it.”
The man in my hold struggles when he sees the needle but it’s all in vain. My driver stabs him in the arm and soon he slumps against me. My right cheek is smarting, there will be a mark later.
”Take him with us. The Top wants to meet him.” I get on my feet and fixed my outfit. I watch how my driver hauls the man away and then take the photo from the floor. Now, what to do with him?
***
The drive back is uneventful as our guest is out like light. As we arrive back to the office my driver carries him to one of the unused rooms we have and shackles him to the bed frame with a pair of handcuffs. I watch his relaxed face and a stab of guilt makes me shiver. He is in this mess because of me and I can do nothing to get him out.
I leave him to wait for the judgement. I walk to the Top's office and knock on the door. ”I have returned.”
The lock opens and the door slams to the wall. The Top looks at me and suddenly slaps me openhanded on the left cheek. ”Didn't I tell you to be cautious?” His voice is still calm and all of a sudden he pulls me into a tight hug.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. His cologne has always been very masculine and now I can sense a hint of musk in it. Once again he takes me on his table and like every other time some paper or another is destined to be destroyed.
After the Top has calmed again I fill him in with the details of what had happened and why. He does not say anything just listens and then he pulls me with him as he leaves the office.
He opens the door to the room where our guest is held and I stand quietly beside him. My mind is still trying to cope with the sudden appearance of my former best friend. The Top caresses my face and pats my cheek before he enters the room. I know he is determined to get the money back.
I follow him and take my place beside the door. If the fool who came to search for me will cooperate he is soon free to go but if not he will be in the world of pain. The Top is not a man you want to mess with.
”Let me go, you motherfucker!”
I close my eyes in resignation and a sigh leaves my lips when I hear the angry shout. He is so unwilling to make this an easy trade. Then I hear the Top laugh.
”You are a feisty one. You even harmed my secretary here.” His voice is casual but I can hear a thread in it.
”She had it coming. She refused to tell me where he is!”
I sigh, the fool dug his grave a little more deeper again.
”She? Now that's where you went wrong. Our precious princess is definitely not a female.” The Top's voice makes me to look up to him. I know he would not reveal my true identity to this man but I am curious of his intentions.
The silence stretches and then the Top walks to me. He caresses my face and then he takes a hold of my arm and leads me closer to the bed. I have an idea what he is going to do and I mentally prepare myself for it. This is not the first time after all.
”Take a good look.” The Top's voice is husky now. He is very much aroused and it always means sex. He clicks open my collar and the dress falls off my body leaving me standing nearly naked. My tiny underwear covers my manhood but it still should be clear witch gender I represent.
Then the Top opens the strings that keep my underwear up and it falls off too. He caresses my bare buttocks and then takes a hold of my manhood.
”See, this is the true form of our princess. He's very precious to us so you harming his beautiful face is like blasphemy.” He pumps my penis a few times and I shudder but stay silent. I know what he wants.
”You're a sick fuck! You dress a guy like a girl and then keep using him like a whore!”
The hold around my member suddenly becomes tighter and I gasp. No, do not provoke the Top when he is aroused. Not when my member is in his iron grip. I can not speak now, though. All of my strength is directed to not show my pain in any way.
The Top just laughs at his words and turns to look at me. ”Do I use you like a whore?” He releases my member and I take it as permission to speak.
”No, I am nobodies whore.” I turn to look at the man on the bed. ”I am his lover.”
”And you let him do that to you? He forces you to use a dress!” His voice tells me that he is not calm enough to have a proper conversation. I keep my calm and do what I need to do to calm the other two.
”Nobody forces me to do anything. I am wearing these clothes because I enjoy it. It is my style so to speak. And as it is my style to handle these situations as follows.”
I walk closer the bed and bend myself so that I can take support from the bed. My naked backside is presented to the Top who takes my invitation without a word.
He opens his trousers and shucks off the expensive jacket before his hands take a tight hold on my hips.
No stretching is needed as I am quite ready for him after our session in his office.
”Oh fuck, you're not going to do that here, right?!”
I just look at him and just then the Top decides to sheath himself to the hilt. I gasp and then let out a low soft moan. I am not very loud during sex.
This is going to be a quick fuck. I know it from the urgent moves the Top is making. I let myself enjoy the moment and when he comes inside me I follow him over the edge. Nothing miraculous in our coupling. It is satisfactory and practical. No fireworks or fanfares.
He slips out of me and I straighten myself. Cum is dripping on my thighs and I look at the man who is now silent and keeps looking the other way.
”Are we now calm enough to discuss the money you owe us?” My voice is casual as always. This kind of things does not disturb me anymore. I have used my body to much more uglier purposes.
The Top touches my arm and gives me a soft towel. ”Clean and dress yourself.”
I take the towel nodding to him and move away from the bed to do just as I am told. The Top turns to the man on the bed.
”There are two options for you. One is that you pay the loan we gave you and the other is that we make you as an example for others who think the same way as you.”
”What have you done to my friend?”
I pull my dress up and click the collar around my neck. ”Make him an example.” I come closer the bed and lean to whisper to the Top's ear. ”Make him an example but, please, do not kill him.”
The Top nods slowly and looks at me. His eyes are asking me if I am sure. I smile a little and kiss him.
”Very well, it seems you are not going to pay. You have till tomorrow morning to think about the other option. If you are willing to pay then we will discuss the interest.”
I look at the man who used to be the most precious person to me. Those times are history now and I am no longer the boy I was then. It would have been better if he had never tried to find me.
”You should just pay and end this quest. Your friend is no more.” I can see his eyes widen and he struggles against the handcuffs.
”No, don't say it. He's alive! He must be alive!” He is frantic now.
The Top takes my hand and pulls me with him as he walks from the room. My eyes are suspiciously wet as the door closes and strong arms take me in a gentle embrace.
”Shh, my princess. You'll tell me the whole story, won't you.”
I nod and inhale his scent. He caresses my hair and back before lifting me in his arms.
”You are tired. Let's end this day early.” He carries me to the elevator that takes us to the penthouse.
As we enter the apartment I sigh. ”I can walk on my own, you know.”
”Yes I know Yilan. It doesn't change my plan to carry you straight to the bed. You didn't sleep well last night and the day has been tiresome.” His voice holds affection he doesn't show outside the privacy of our home.
I sigh and press my face to his neck. ”Love you, Cain.” My eyelids are heavy and I feel drowsy.
He lowers me on the bed and takes my shoes off. ”It's a miracle how you walk with these heels.”
”I can do a lot with them...”
”Yes, you kick like a mule, not very princess like action.”
I just show tongue to him and open the collar around my neck. He pulls the dress away and my tiny underwear follows. I feel a kiss on my right hip and then his hands are taking off my accessories. My hair is released from the ponytail.
”Thanks Cain... I can comb it myself.”
”I'll do it for you. Just try to sleep already or I'll jump on you.” He lifts me to lean on him as he sits on the bed. Then I feel his fingers in my hair as he finger combs it. Then he takes a brush and I hum in pleasure. He is so gentle with my hair.
”Cain, what are we going to do to Travis?” I open my eyes and turn to look at Cain.
”So you know him.” His voice is quiet and he caresses my face.
I close my eyes. ”Yes, he was my best friend before my family moved here. We haven't seen each other since.”
His hands start to massage my neck and I almost purr. It feels so good to be with Cain.
”Why is he here? Why is he looking for you?”
”I don't know... I tried to ask but he hit me.” I touch my now sore cheek. His hand covers mine and he kisses my neck.
”He has to pay one way or the other. You know we can't make exceptions.”
I sigh and nod. ”Yes, I know... Just don't kill him, it's my fault he's here.”
I'm asking a lot but we are alone and no role forces us to act like the cold bastards we are in front of the world.
”You know what it means. Are you ready to put him through it?” Cain kisses my neck again and continues his massage. ”Is he strong enough?”
”Let's just hope that he decides to pay.” I'm not sure if my former friend can take what we'll do to him if he doesn't give the money back.
I'm lowered back to the soft mattress. ”Rest now Yilan. We'll deal with these problems tomorrow.”
I nod and let sleep take over my tired body while Cain caresses my hair. He did it a lot in our cell when I was still a child.
***
The next morning comes too soon. I sigh as I dress myself in an outfit proper for the meeting with the Head of the main organization. This is one of the rare occasions I wear a suit. It is pristine white as are my shoes. I pull my hair in severe ponytail at the nape of my neck and the only adornment I have today is one stud earring with onyx in it. A matching tie crowns my outfit and I turn to look at the Top as he enters the room.
”Ready?” He is already in business mode.
”Yes.” I follow him out of our home and to the elevator. We head out and the car is already waiting for us. The familiar driver opens doors to the backseat and we enter without a word. As the driver shuts the door and returns to the car he looks at the mirror. ”Good morning sirs, to the main office?”
The Top only nods and we are on our way. He is tense and in a bad mood already. This happens every time we visit the main office.
The ride takes two hours which I use to do some work with the numbers. I notice that there is some money missing from our numerous accounts but the sums are so small that I need to double check my calculations before alerting the Top about it.
I sigh as my calculations show me again that money is indeed missing. This will make the day even more taxing. I need to tell the Top but should I do it before or after the meeting?
”What is it princess?” His voice is calm but there is no doubt of the command in it.
”It seems some of the money has gone missing from several accounts.” I turn the laptop so that he can see my calculations.
He reaches for it and reads for a moment. I know he just familiarizes himself to my work, he has never doubted my skills with numbers.
”Deal with it.” The command gives me full authority in this matter. Once I found who is behind this he will be dealt with.
”Yes, sir.” I close the laptop and try to relax as the building housing the main office comes into clear view. The driver pulls up in front of the main doors, turns off the car and opens the doors for us. He does his work silently and bows when we leave the car to walk to the building. I have my briefcase with all necessary paperwork and the laptop in it. Today I really look like a secretary. I only hope that this time I am treated like one too.
An older man in a butlers outfit opens the door for us. ”Good morning young master, the master is waiting for you. This way, if you please.”
He leads us to the office and I take my place walking just two steps behind the Top. As he enters I follow in but stay close to the door bowing showing my respect to the Head.
”The tea will be served in a moment.” The old butler leaves and closes the door.
At first there is only the basic business talk over tea. It seems our business is growing and the Head is pleased. We are given a new area to govern and it seems the area is a red light district. Well first time for everything. I have some experience about the sex business.
”Come here princess.” The Head's voice is neutral but I know the look in his eyes.
I walk over to the other two men and bow slightly. I feel a hand touching my buttocks.
”Such a nice secretary you have gotten yourself, son. Mind if I use his abilities for a while?”
If I did not know the Top so well I would have missed the rage that flashes in his eyes. But we both know what needs to be done. The Top shrugs nonchalantly and smiles to conceal his rage. ”Be my guest. He's quite talented.”
I keep myself still and calm. This is neither the first nor will it be the last time so I force myself to relax. It will help the Top to get what he came here for. This is my game now. The result depends on how I play it. So when the Head's hands roam over my body I open the buttons of my suit jacket.
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