CHAPTER 132
HERMES’S POV
Staring out the window while seated on the armchair with my legs crossed on top of the table at the centre of my chamber, I took a long draw from a cigar and puffed out a thick cloud of smoke before gulping down the remaining drop of whiskey in the glass cup.
I motioned for the maid standing by to pour me another shot. But she was too slow for my liking so I spanked her hard on the ass.
“Get on with it Bitch!” I lashed at her, causing her to flinch in fear and act quickly.
“I…I’m sorry… Alpha Hermes,” she apologized with a shaky breath, trying to hold back her fear.
I liked seeing that fear flash raw and unfiltered in their eyes whenever they were in my presence. It gave me the satisfaction I needed. I wasn’t one to be messed with and they knew it too well.
That spank in the ass was just a breeze. I would have punished her more severely on a normal occasion. She was just lucky my mind was preoccupied with something else.
“Get out,” I muttered spitefully after she finished pouring the whiskey, not sparing her a glance.
I expected her to be gone in a lightning flash. Her presence was starting to irritate me. But I didn’t hear the door squeak close. My jaw tightened, my eyes darkening with more anger as I looked at her. It seemed she didn’t hear me well, fearfully leaning in to confirm what I said.
“W…what did you say, Alpha Hermes? Sorry…I didn’t get you there?” Scratching the back of her neck, she fidgeted, looking away in embarrassment.
I didn’t even say any other thing to her. My anger became a scalding fury as I grabbed the glass of whiskey she poured and splashed it at her, drawing out a shocking gasp from her. I wanted to reach for the bottle next when she ran out of the chamber like a mad woman, leaving my door ajar and her cries echoing from downstairs.
What a bitch.
Puffing out a sharp breath, I rubbed the bridge of my nose, trying but unsuccessfully to calm myself. I was in a bad mood today. A very bad mood. I can’t believe that idiot, Sebastian hasn’t replied to my letter yet. It’s been two days. Two fucking days of waiting! No one keeps me waiting like this. Absolutely no one!!
Standing from my armchair, I walked up to the open window, looking out through it. It’s been almost nine months now without Brianna, yet it felt like nine years.
I was a fool to have put her up for sale. A fool to think I could easily find another girl prettier and more enjoyable in bed than her. Now I was regretting it with every fibre in my body. I couldn’t find a suitable replacement for her. And it was wounding my body. Killing me slowly. I haven’t been able to enjoy sex with another woman since then. My libido was fucking waning.
I shouldn’t have let her go. I shouldn’t have sold her. I should have kept her as my personal slave. My property, my possession forever.
Adrianna and Brianna were my two best slaves. They were so beautiful the mere sight of them could make a man cum in his pants.
I had sold Adrianna personally to Nolan, who was my best friend at that time. But after his death several months ago, news reached me that she eloped with one of Nolan’s close bodyguards to who-knows-where. No one has seen or heard from them ever since.
What a bunch of fools. Only the heavens will save them when I find them. Guards who betray their masters are like rats. They are shown no mercy especially when it comes to something as serious as snatching their masters’ slaves from them.
With Adrianna out of the picture, I had no other option but to resort to Brianna since I knew where she was. But that idiot Sebastian was leaving me hanging. Even after I offered to find another slave who would match his taste and most importantly, refund him thrice the amount he used in buying her. A lot of people will jump on the opportunity like a moth to a flame. I don’t fucking know what on earth could be keeping him. I just hoped he has gotten to attached to her tight wet and sensitive pussy and sumptuous body. Because all that was for me and me alone.
Even though it has taken me long to realize, that Brianna was meant to leave. She was meant to be with me forever. She belonged to me. Her rightful place was in my bed with her legs spread apart and mouth wide open, taking in my cock and juices like she’s supposed to. Like the good girl she is.
I don’t care if wanting a slave back after selling her off was against the auction rules. At this point, I was willing to do anything, take whatever risk there was to have her back. Have her back in my bed.
After all, I am the organizer and overseer of the slave auction. I am the one who hunts for the girls. And I just don’t hunt for any girl. I had to make sure they were extra beautiful, attractive, perfect with all the curves and puffs in the right places, enough to leave a man drooling. My father started the slave auction and passed it down to me. So I could do whatever I fucking want with it.
The idea of the auction was simple: since we Alpha Kings weren’t allowed to cheat or divorce our Lunas after marriage because it would be frowned upon by the public, we had to set it up and make it mandatory amongst ourselves to allow us…cheat legally. If I must put it that way.
If a Luna couldn’t live up to her Alpha king’s sexual expectations, then he had always the slave as an option. After all, I believe in the polygamous nature of men. What’s life without pleasure? Without having to fuck anybody you want and not be restricted by some stupid belief or rule?
If I don’t receive a reply from Sebastian before the end of today, then I will be forced to resort to another means of getting Brianna back. No one keeps me waiting for this long and I even made it easier for him with my offers.