The Billionaire's New Toy - Book 6: Service

“You can do what you want with me. My Master…would want that.” Connor said softly, eyes flicking down.

Connor – a sweet, desperate boy from the streets – feels like he’s slowly settling into life as his new Master’s toy and starting to understand how to satisfy the powerful, sadistic billionaire’s demands.

Until Damion makes it clear his service has been lacking, and that he intends his former housekeeper to show the helpless boy the standards he expects.

Faced with another humiliating exposure, this time to a woman who knows nothing of the kind of life he now lives, Connor struggles to behave as his Master demands – only to suffer for it when the strict, dominant billionaire returns…

Please note: this story contains domination, bondage, humiliation and rough play between a hot dominant billionaire and a reluctant but willing pretty submissive. It has hardcore bdsm elements and is not intended for those easily offended.

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“I’ve got someone here to take care of the place for me - a houseboy - but he needs training…”

She clearly hadn’t expected to see this, but she only looked a little flustered as she turned back to Damion, keeping her expression carefully neutral.

Excellent.

Considering the toys she’d probably seen over the last year - following the rare occasions he’d managed to convince one of his ill-fated girlfriends to indulge him - it wasn’t surprising that she adjusted quickly.

He smiled at her and continued in a business-like tone. “As I mentioned earlier, he obviously has no clue when it comes to taking care of this place, and I’d appreciate if you could change that.”

Martha nodded as Connor flushed at the off-hand rebuke, his heart thudding. He had no idea his Master had been so displeased by his efforts - and was immediately surprised he hadn’t already been punished. Damion didn’t usually hesitate to seize a reason to correct him - painfully. He clamped down on the immediate instinct that made him want to sink to his knees and apologize - how fast that’s become ingrained in you - only because Damion was obviously still talking to the woman as if Connor weren’t there.

“Take him around the house and show him what and how you do things,” Damion continued, “I want him to know how to do everything - and I want the place clean - by the end of the day.”

“Yes, sir.” She nodded brusquely, matching his tone, and Connor’s tension rose as he started to get an idea of Damion’s intentions.

Then Damion turned to him, stepping up close and cupping a hand around his neck. He looked down with that now-familiar predatory smile, fingers tugging tight at Connor’s hair, tilting his head up to meet his eyes with a subtle jerk that made pain flare through Connor’s scalp.

“You heard me, boy. You’ll be good for me today, won’t you?” Damion’s eyes flashed as Connor dropped his gaze and tried to nod against the firm grip. The words were said casually enough, but Damion’s expression made it clear they were anything but.

“Yes, Master.” He swallowed, trying not to think of the woman watching - listening - just a moment away. Seeing him like this.