Framed, Then Reborn To Rule With The Harem System.

Let The Plan Begin

Chapter 7

Carson’s POV

I stood by the window of the Presidential Suite holding a glass of water, looking out at the city lights. The system had given me money, a new face, and a clean name. That was only the beginning.

One question I couldn’t answer was if I was standing here right now, would the real me still be with them now? I tried checking online for a Carson Robert but there was no information or some sort of clue linking to me.

I’d figure that out later. Right now, the Roberts Group was still standing. My stepmother was still breathing. Lilian was still being prepared to take everything. In this timeline none of them had succeeded in killing me yet. That meant I had time to do it properly.

I was not going to rush in as Carson Roberts. That name was finished. Carson Beaumont would enter their world from the side, build power they could not trace, and eventually walk into their company as someone they needed. From the inside I would cut them down piece by piece until they had nothing left. Then I would buy what remained and make them watch.

But first I needed positions. Access. People who already moved in the right circles.

The quest marker still glowed at the edge of my vision.

[Tame Dana Whitmore]

[Time Remaining: 58 Hours]

I picked up the suite phone and called the front desk.

“This is Carson Beaumont. Send Dana Whitmore to my room.”

There was a short pause. “Yes, sir. Immediately.”

She arrived ten minutes later. I opened the door and stepped aside without speaking. Dana walked in, the professional smile already on her face. I closed the door and locked it.

“Take off your clothes.”

Her eyes flickered, but she did not ask questions. She unbuttoned the black blouse, slid it off, then unzipped the skirt and let it fall. Bra and panties followed. She stood naked in the middle of the expensive suite, waiting.

I walked a slow circle around her. “On your knees.”

Dana dropped to the carpet. I stopped in front of her and took her chin between my fingers, forcing her to look up.

“You spent that day calling me an animal,” I said quietly. “You stood there with the others and helped them bury me. And now look at you.”

Her throat moved as she swallowed. “I don’t know—”

“Quiet.” I let go of her chin. “Crawl to the bed.”

She turned on her hands and knees and moved across the floor. I followed. When she reached the foot of the bed I told her to climb up and stay on all fours. She did. I removed my belt, folded it, and brought it down across her ass. The sound cracked through the room. Dana jerked forward with a sharp gasp.

“Count.”

“One.”

I gave her another.

“Two.”

I kept a steady rhythm until her skin was flushed and her voice had turned uneven. At fifteen I stopped and tossed the belt aside. My hand slid between her legs. She was soaked.

“You’re dripping,” I said. “All that noise you made about being violated, and this is what actually gets you wet.”

She made a low sound but did not deny it.

I positioned myself behind her, gripped her hips, and pushed in hard. Dana cried out and dropped to her elbows. I did not slow down. I fucked her with deep, controlled strokes, one hand wrapped in her hair, pulling her head back so her back arched.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You,” she moaned.

“Say it properly.”

“I belong to you, sir.”

I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and drove back in. I pinned both of her wrists above her head with one hand and kept the pace rough. Every time her body started to tighten I eased off just enough to keep her from finishing. She began to shake.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please let me come.”

“Not until I say.”

I kept her there, watching her face twist with need, until tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. Only then did I give her the final hard thrusts that pushed her over. She came with a broken cry, legs locking around me. I followed a few seconds later, burying myself deep as the release hit.

I stayed inside her until my breathing slowed, then pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed.

The system screen appeared at once.

[Quest Complete]

[Dana Whitmore has been tamed]

[Reward Received: 500 System Points + Influence Boost]

[Host Level Progress: 27%]

[New Status: Submissive and cooperative toward Host]

Dana lay on her back, chest rising and falling, eyes half closed. I looked down at her.

“Is there a job available here at the hotel?”

She turned her head toward me, still flushed. “A job?”

“Yes. Something with access. Guest relations, concierge, anything that puts me around the people who stay in places like this.”

Dana studied me for a moment. A small smile pulled at the corner of her mouth.

“For you,” she said, “I can make a position open.”

I nodded once.

Good. The first step has already been secured.