Page 28 of Highest Bidder

That was the first thought that flickered through my mind as I lay looking up at the beveled ceiling in the kitchen, trying to ignore the way my body had just betrayed me.

I had come.

Hard.

While spread out on Jeff’s kitchen island with a glass water bottle inside me. I’d been so wet and desperate I was sure I’d thrust my hips while he’d fucked me with it.

I told myself I hadn’t had a choice. It’s what I’d agreed to when I’d sold myself the night before.

But even as I clung to that defense, heat curled low in my belly at the memory. The filthy things he’d said while I moaned and clenched around something that shouldn’t have made me feel good.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I’d just been fucked with a bottle,and I came. I’d wanted it. Or maybe just my body had, which might have been worse because it meant I couldn’t even trust myself.

My fingers traced the leather against my skin. The collar he’d buckled around my neck was still there. He still owned me.

And I was still wet.

I clearly had issues.

I should gather what dignity I had left and march out the door.

But that’d mean I’d lose out on sixty thousand dollars.

Yeah, that’s it. I was staying for the money.

Notbecause I’d liked how he’d treated me or used me. It was for the money.

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Jeff

By late afternoon, I’d stopped pretending I wasn’t watching the clock.

She hadn’t made a sound since I left her in the guest room. Maybe she was waiting for me to come get her.

I could do that.

Taking the stairs two at a time, I paused outside her door to catch my breath before I walked in.

She was under the covers with the comforter pulled tight around her when I opened the door.

“Time to wake up, whore. It’s playtime.”

She stirred beneath the comforter, blinking as she turned toward me. No words—just obedience.

“Out of bed. On all fours.”

She remained still for half a breath, then moved. The blanket fell away, revealing her naked body, and fuck, that collar still looked perfect on her.

I leisurely circled the bed. “You’ve taken cock in your mouth and pussy. Now it’s time to train your ass.”

She tensed but didn’t protest.

“Face down, ass up.”

When she obeyed, I went to the drawer where I’d stashed the plug earlier—a gleaming steel one, small but weighty with a red jewel heart-shaped base. I bought the training set last night when I purchased her collar.

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