Page 26 of Highest Bidder

He grunted, and I could taste his salty precum. Then he pulled out, aiming at my face as he jerked himself off until he started to spurt, and glazed me from forehead to chin.

The corner of his mouth turned up as he looked down at me, then smeared the warm goo around my skin with the tip of his cock.

“Clean it.”

I did the best I could from the angle I was lying. Finally, he pulled out and rolled off the bed.

“Get cleaned up. I’m making breakfast.”

I went to the bathroom and did exactly as he instructed.

Now I sat on the cool marble island in the kitchen with my legs spread wide, just like he’d ordered when I came downstairs, as he flipped omelets at the stove. My nipples were stiff under his white t-shirt from the air conditioning. The collar jingledaround my neck whenever I moved. A quiet reminder of my place here.

He hadn’t said a word to me since pointing at the counter and saying, “Spread your legs. I want to see your hole.”

He slid two omelets on two plates, then set them on the counter so he could run his finger down my slit, chuckling slightly as he did.

“Look how wet you are. You like being my whore.” He pulled his hand away and picked up the plates. “Come sit.”

I don’t know what I’d been expecting, but it hadn’t been that. I moved off the counter and padded to the table before he changed his mind, sitting in the chair he pulled out for me. We ate in silence. I didn’t know if I was allowed to speak.

“How old are you?” he asked after a few minutes.

“Twenty-three.”

“College?”

“I try to take a few courses a year. It’s all I can afford, but it’s still progress forward, I guess.”

He nodded and kept eating. Nothing about work or what I was majoring in. Just superficial small talk, like the strangers we were.

When I stood to gather the plates, he stopped me.

“Leave it.”

“Oh, okay. Are you sure? I’m happy to help clean up.”

He stood and circled behind me with his hand sliding up my neck. Squeezing lightly, he murmured in my ear, “No, I’ve got something else in mind for you.”

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Jeff

“Up on the island.”

She obeyed, climbing onto the marble surface and parting her legs without instruction. She knew better now.

I stepped back to admire the view. She was naked under one of my white t-shirts, with the overhead lights reflecting off the silver ring of her collar. The sight of her spread open, while knowing I could do anything I wanted to her, made my cock twitch.

I opened the fridge and grabbed a chilled Pellegrino bottle. Condensation coated the glass. Perfect.

Stepping back between her legs, I ran the bottle along her inner thigh and watched her shiver.

“I think this is much better than doing dishes, don’t you?”

She nodded once, eyes uncertain but locked on mine.

I untwisted the cap and poured some of the contents down her seam. She gasped and flinched from the cold, fizzing water, but otherwise kept her legs spread.

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