Page 29 of Highest Bidder

It was perfect for a start. I grabbed a bottle of lube and stepped behind her.

“You belong to me this month. That means every hole is mine.”

I flipped the cap of the lube open, slicked the plug, then spread her cheeks apart with one hand and dribbled more lube on her pink star.

“This will stay in until I say otherwise,” I said as I placed the tip to her tight hole. “And you’ll thank me for making you useful.”

She whimpered but didn’t pull away.

“Good slut,” I murmured as I pressed the metal in inch by inch. Although she trembled, she still held position. When it was seated fully, I gave it a tap. She gasped, then shocked the shit out of me when she murmured, “Thank you for making me useful, Sir.”

Goddammit.

She wasn’treallysupposed to thank me. Not until I made her.

“On your feet.”

She stood, legs slightly shaky. I told myself I didn’t care.

“Follow me.”

I led her to the den on the first floor, where the logs in the fireplace crackled softly and my laptop waited on my desk. I pointed to the cushion I’d placed on the floor beside my chair.

“Kneel.”

She immediately sank to her knees.

“Hands on your thighs. Eyes down.”

Again, she did what she was told without complaint.

I sat in my brown leather desk chair and opened my laptop.

“If that plug comes out, you’ll regret it.”

Then I got to work, catching up on reports while she knelt naked at my feet like I owned her.

Because I did.

For twenty-six more days, anyway.

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Vivian

After an hour of kneeling at Jeff’s feet, my back started to ache, and my thighs began to burn. But my pride refused to show him I was struggling.

Finally, he took my chin in his hand and tilted my head up so I was looking at him. His smile bordered on tender, which for me, was scary. Any time my father had been kind to me, it had always been a precursor to terror raining down.

“You’re doing such a good job. Do you want to change positions?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

I half-expected him to laugh and tell me, “Too bad,” but he didn’t.

“Lay on your stomach. I want to see the plug in your ass.”

With relief, I turned away from him and dropped down onto the pillow, so my butt was on display. I didn’t even care what I must have looked like with the red heart sparkling out of my behind.

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