Killing Time: The Bonus Collection by Elle Chardou Read Free Book Online

see Grayson in all my life.
    It wasn’t much of a trek for his driver and in fact, I could have walked as we lived just four blocks from his old apartment building.
    Grayson set the box in the bedroom and immediately opened the floor safe where it and the key were deposited together. He reminded me of Robert DeNiro’s character from the film, Casino . He wore a paisley robe except his was in red and black and a matching pair of boxers and house slippers. He hated the cold marble floors and though there were plenty of Persian rugs throughout the apartment, he insisted on having house shoes for every Paisley robe and boxer short set he owned.
    I changed into a pale pink silk short-sleeved nightgown which almost came to mid-calf and slipped on a matching silk robe. Although not necessarily a nudist, I was comfortable with my body but everything about Grayson, his family and his life was all so very staunch and uptight. One did not walk around the apartment in just pajamas, one had to have a matching robe for said pajamas.
    Bare feet were considered uncouth and bootie-socks were considered distasteful and “middle-class”. One wore a pair of house slippers at all times when not in regular shoes.
    However, due to Grayson’s obsession with cleanliness, shoes came off in the foyer and were carried to our prospective shoe closets. Slippers were the only type of shoe item permitted past the foyer.
    We sat on the bed, each on our own sides and drank expensive imported French cognac. I did enjoy this ritual as there was nothing better than a Xanax and cognac to put me to sleep. Tonight, I’d added a Vicodin to the mix and wasn’t feeling any pain.
    “What was he like?” Gray inquired as he stretched his long legs.
    He did have a wonderful lean body with hidden muscles and skin the color of burnished peaches and cream. He wasn’t deeply tanned but his legs weren’t a sickening pale color either. He would never admit it but I knew he had a hidden tanning bed which he used twice a month to maintain his perfect complexion.
    I sipped from my cognac though I could have easily downed it and poured myself another. “Who?”
    “Rory Krieger. Once you left with him, I called Jason but he was very tight-lipped about the whole Krieger family. Apparently Rory has a brother, Severin, although his nickname is Seven, like the film,” Gray informed me before he swigged from his cognac.
    “I don’t get it.”
    “What don’t you get?”
    The nickname? Why Seven?”
    “Aw, jeez. Severin is known for being an out and out sadist. If Rory has sadistic tendencies, he is also very kind and gentle but Seven is just a complete and fucking animal. He firmly believes in the whole slave/master mentality and keeps quite a few according to Jason.”
    “Yeah, I couldn’t get much out of him regarding his relationship with Trésor other than he loved her. But he wouldn’t tell me what the difference is between a relationship that consists of a dominant and a submissive versus that of one between a slave and a master.”
    Grayson smiled but his expression held little warmth. “The difference is huge, my dear. Rory cared about Trésor. Although her body belonged to him,   he knew her limits and he didn’t share her with others. That is all I am going to tell you about a relationship between a sub and Dom because you’re smart enough to figure out the rest.
    “Now, according to Kaysa, Seven has slaves, two women and a man as he’s bisexual. He not only owns their bodies but he owns their hearts, their minds and their souls. They do not exist outside of him and they cannot imagine a world where they do not serve him, you understand? He keeps one of the women as a pet. She is not allowed to use the toilet, she has a litter box. She is chained up in a cage and he takes her out on walks on his estate. She is always naked and if he wants her to drink his piss or if he decides to defecate on her body, she will allow him to and not only that but she