July 2, 2025 Sneak Peek at Druid Ancestry
Draoithe Saga Scrying Pool
Introduction:
This blog features random scenes from works in progress within the Draoithe Saga by Ophelia Kee. These works are primarily urban fantasy and paranormal romance with magical realism, dark themes, and fated mates sprinkled throughout. Here you will find scenes which are yet to be published as of the time of posting, and these chapters may require further editing. It's a look behind the curtain, a sneak peek if you will, at scenes from stories Ophelia Kee is currently drafting.
If you want polished complete stories, this is not the right place. But if you enjoy bits and bobs of things yet to come, won't fall in love with a rough version, and want a taste of the dream before the magic coalesces, then you have found the spot.
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July 2, 2025 Sneak Peek at Druid Ancestry
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Should Have Gone Home
Lazlo
He walked out of the office at noon with no intention of returning until Monday. His Italian leather shoes clicked sharply over the tile in the foyer of the advertising agency he owned as he walked out to the street.
His father started the business, but at his parents’ deaths, Lazlo took over as CEO. He specialized in advertising for high-end resort properties worldwide. Since he took the reins, the company had done remarkably well.
At six feet three, he towered over most of his employees. He used his wealth and his stature to keep the employees in line and out of his bed. Most were afraid of him.
He was strictly against touching any woman in his office. Lawsuits sucked up profits. He still had a few who tried, but his reputation put most off of the idea.
He toyed idly with visiting a strip club later, just to get relief. Lately, he wasn’t in the mood for a meaningless dalliance. The woman lied to part him from his money. It was always the same boring, sad routine which ended with him disgusted with both himself and her.
Lazlo had a drive to succeed. Losing his father’s legacy wasn’t something he could allow. So a strip club had long been preferable to eyeing any of his employees.
Not that his father had ever really been much of one. But what his father did was in Lazlo’s soul.
In the last seven years, he’d expanded and built up a small ad agency. It was his company. At thirty-two, he was still a young CEO, talented, and wealthy beyond anything he’d once imagined possible.
That left him little time for a relationship, and less time to deal with clingy gold digger types. He needed something else. The clubs had lost their allure for him.
He needed something a little more permanent and regular. He needed a submissive woman who could ease the darker cravings he had. Where the hell to find that?
Lazlo needed a woman who gave him what he needed however he wanted and whenever he wanted. One that was beautiful and devoted to him. She needed to carry on a conversation as well.
Dark hair, light eyes, and pretty skin. One that craved his touch and wanted what he needed to do to her, no matter the depravity. That seemed like an impossible dream.
Lazlo wanted to laugh. He was a self-made millionaire. He wore tailored suits, drove expensive cars, lived in luxury, ate the finest food, and drank the best wine.
Descended from a line of ancient kings, he owned the castle ruins, and even wore the double signet ring across the two middle fingers of his right hand to prove it. For all of that, he was lonely. Once again, he toyed with the idea he could buy a woman.
Sure, there was a pretty face on his arm at the social functions, but a dirty fuck in a bathroom, a blowjob, or a hand job in the broom closet seemed ridiculous. Was he not too old and too well off for that sort of thing?
There was no way he ever took any of those socialites or high-end escorts home. They were leeches intent on sucking far more than the juices from his manhood.
What he needed, what he was desperate for, was something real. A woman who belonged only to him. Lazlo needed something damn near impossible to find, because it probably didn’t exist.
Ever since he’d learned as a kid that he came from a line of Irish kings, he wanted to play king of the castle with a woman as his queen. As a grown man, he knew the fantasy had morphed into a different, darker concept.
He craved dominance and needed to exert force over a submissive. Lazlo needed to see his marks on a woman.
Lazlo had to be in control, and he needed to feel the pain as much as the pleasure. He needed to hurt her and pleasure her at the same time.
He wanted to mix the two and own a woman completely with it. That took time and a willing submissive partner.
The time he had. The other seemed to be in short supply.
Besides addicts which couldn’t tolerate his needs for long, there seemed to be nothing suitable. Sex clubs and strip clubs had become tedious, but necessary. He needed a strong young woman who was disease-free, drug-free and had a healthy lifestyle on top of other things.
Lazlo’s thoughts went in circles as he drove. He parked the Lincoln, didn’t bother locking it, and walked into the private high-end gentlemen’s club he’d long been a member of as he loosened his silk tie.
He let the tie slide between his fingers, wearing the signet ring with the family crest and the capital letters ‘L’ and ‘G’ which stood for Lyons Gate. Most people thought the letters were his initials, but he couldn’t be that self-absorbed.
The tie he tucked into his pocket in only a few seconds. It was an old habit.
He unbuttoned the top button on his dress shirt and rolled his neck to ease the tension as he walked up to the bar to order his scotch on the rocks. Finally, he felt as if he could breathe.
The bartender had his drink ready before he stepped up to the bar. The service was always excellent at the club.
“Would you like your usual cigar, Mr. Greyson?”
Lazlo nodded, and the bartender offered him the Cuban.
He took the smoke and the scotch to the quiet relaxation room he preferred. He sank onto the black leather sofa to think. The sweet smoke drifted around him as the liquor went down smooth.
Lazlo needed a change. Something different. He realized he spent too much time at the club because going home to an empty house was so unappealing he only wanted to be home when he slept. He paid for the place, and might as well use it.
Peter Elliot walked into the room like he owned the place and threatened to ruin the peace Lazlo had hoped to find. The head of the pharmaceutical company was obnoxious as a drunk and arrogantly irritating when sober. Either way, Lazlo didn’t like the man.
They often rubbed elbows at the club and social events when Elliot was in Chicago, even if Lazlo would prefer not to do so. Elliot had more money than Lazlo, but at the level of the game they played, the numbers didn’t matter anymore. The thrill of the chase was more important.
He hoped the fool went back to California or anywhere sooner than later. Chicago didn’t need a man like him ruining the nicer spaces. Elliot had enough money and influence that most ignored his behavior, but Elliot felt like low-class trash, even for all his wealth.
Lazlo puffed the cigar. The sweet tobacco head rush felt good. The old scotch only added to it. He felt himself unwinding, letting the stress go, even with Elliot interrupting.
At least he wasn’t alone, even if Elliot was the last company he would have wanted. Nothing was worse than an empty life. Lazlo needed more than just work.
“Greyson. It’s been a while. Three months maybe. How’s it been?”
The man sat down across from him with his tequila in his hand. Damn, he looked to be in the mood to shoot the shit. Lazlo had wanted silence and the privacy of his thoughts. Maybe he should have gone home after all.
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