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“Even during the week when I’m not here?”

“Especiallyduring the week.”

I swallowed and nodded.

“Rules,” he said. “You speak when spoken to. You don’t sit on furniture unless I’ve told you it’s allowed. You don’t touch yourself unless I tell you to. You’re not to come unless I’ve given you permission. Your holes will be available to me at all times.” He gave me a pointed look. “Allof them. That means you’ll either be naked, in a dress, or a t-shirt without panties. Got it?”

Another nod. I couldn’t have found my voice if I tried.

“You’ll sleep naked in the guest room down the hall from me. If I want you during the night, I’ll come get you.”

He tilted my chin up. “Basically, you’re a warm hole with manners.”

My breath caught, but I didn’t argue. A hundred thousand dollars gave him the right to make these demands.

“Strip.”

I moved to kick my red stilettos off, but he shook his head. “The heels stay on.”

I reached behind me and tugged the zipper down, then let the fabric pool at my feet before stepping out of it.

He walked around me, appraising my body with his stare. I didn’t wilt as I stood there. This wasn’t my first rodeo. Men did that shit to me nightly.

Finally, he nodded once, then said, “You’ll do. Let’s take the tour,” before heading down the hall without looking to see if I was following him.

He moved quickly, and I had to practically jog to keep up, which was no easy feat when you’re naked and in four-inch heels. We passed through the kitchen, the library, the gym, and the den. All of it was beautiful with dark wood and masculine decor. I wished I’d had time to stop and admire it.

But it was obvious I wasn’t here to appreciate the craftsmanship of his home.

When we reached the upstairs landing, he stopped.

“Hands on the railing. Ass out. Eyes forward.”

I assumed the position and gripped the wood with both hands.

I heard his zipper go down, then he gripped my hips and thrust his cock inside my pussy. No checking if I was wet and ready, no warning. No kindness. Just raw possession.

I moaned softly.

“Stay quiet.”

He drove into me over and over, every thrust made my tits bounce and the collar jingle softly around my throat.

His grunts grew louder and finally he gave one last thrust before snarling, “That’s it, whore. Take it,” as I felt rope after rope of his cum fill me.

He stayed seated inside me while he caught his breath, then pulled out and spun me around, then pushed me to my knees.

“Clean it.”

I pulled him into my mouth and the tanginess of his cum mixed with my pussy juices hit my tongue.

“Do you taste your cunt?”

I assumed it was a rhetorical question and continued cleaning his dick off without replying.

Finally, he pushed me off, so I landed on my ass while he zipped up.

“Your room’s at the end of the hall on the right.” He took a couple of steps, then threw a warning over his shoulder. “And don’t even think about touching that pussy. It belongs to me now.”

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