Page 35 of Highest Bidder

When I pulled out, I grabbed the plug and shoved it back in place, sealing my cum inside her.

“Stay like that.”

She nodded once, hair tangled, lips parted.

I took my seat and grabbed the remote, flipping the game back on.

“You can sit back down,” I said without looking at her.

She didn’t move right away, and I could tell she wanted to challenge me. But after a beat, she thought better of it and settled on the pillow at my feet.

Smart girl.

And that’s how I watched the rest of the inning—with her plugged, used, and silent on the floor, while I’d bet my paycheck she was dripping with need.

Too bad.

I came; it didn’t matter that she hadn’t.

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Vivian

By the time he finally looked at his watch and stood, my ass was half-numb from sitting in a position that kept the plug in. But my pussy was still throbbing.

“It’s four forty-five. Go get your things; the club’s car will be here at five to take you home.”

I struggled to get up, and he reached down to offer me a hand. Once I was upright, he pressed on my shoulders to bend me over the couch. Without a word, he removed the red gem from my ass. The minute it was free, his cum spilled down my thighs.

He didn’t seem to care and just nodded toward the doorway leading to the stairs, like I was dismissed.

I didn’t speak. Didn’t react. Simply turned and headed to get my things while his semen ran down my legs as if it was an everyday occurrence.

I shut the guest room door behind me and leaned against it. I was horny and pissed that I couldn’t do anything about it. And his cum leaking down my thighs had turned cold and sticky, which seemed appropriate.

In the bathroom, I grabbed a washcloth and ran it under hot water, then cleaned myself up as best I could before toweling dry.

The collar stayed on. Of course it did. He’d told me I wasn’t to take it off until our contract ended.

Back in the bedroom, I opened my overnight bag and pulled out the olive-green dress I’d packed.

It was tight, showed an ample amount of cleavage, had long sleeves, and the hem hit just above the knee.

I slipped into it and grabbed clean underwear, but even as I pulled the silky panties on, I knew I was breaking one of his rules.

Too fucking bad.

I guess he should have taken care of my needs if he wanted my pussy exposed and available so badly.

Fucking asshole.

I didn’t care what his rules were; I was using my vibrator when I got home.

He could suck it.

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I made my way downstairs, trying to ignore the ache between my legs and the slickness I could still feel even after cleaning up. I was dressed, packed, and going home to have a revenge date with my vibrator, because fuck him for leaving me this way.

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