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“He’s big on that.” Davy leaned over me a little to tell Micca. “I think every trip we’ve been on, he’s done something so he can write it off.”

“I pay an arm and a leg in taxes, so yeah, I use every legal loophole I can to try to reduce that cost. Does it bother you?” Maybe I shouldn’t have shared so much information with him, but I wanted to be able to talk to him about everything.

“No, Master. And honestly, I guess knowing about the MBA makes everything kind of fall into place a little better. I’ve admired how well you’ve organized your empire, with competent people handling stuff for you, but you still stay on top of everything. It’s a lot of work. You’re way more than just the lead singer.”

“Right, I’m a business owner. I have people who manage me, but I pay them to manage me, and if I don’t like their decisions or advice, I can override them. I don’t just make edicts, though. I’m paying people knowledgeable in each field, so we sit and talk before I decide whether to overrule them.”

“So, no internet until college?” Micca asked.

“I was exposed to it in elementary school, so I knew it existed, and then a little more in middle school, where we could access it in the library, but could only get to a couple-dozen or so approved sites for research. High school, we had tablets, but they were locked down, too. Not as much, but absolutely no social media and certainly no porn. I was aware of those things because a few kids at school had smartphones, but I didn’t get to fully access the ’net until college.”

“So, you grasped social media and became an internet sensation all in the course of a year or two?” Micca asked.

“Yes, with a lot of help from a girlfriend and a marketing professor.” I reconsidered that. “The teacher in high school helped me find my genre and move outside of gospel singing. I could access music on the tablet, and I spent a lot of time exploring old and new stuff, figuring out who I wanted to be.”

And that was enough about me for the night. “Lights off.”

We were plunged into complete darkness, and no one said anything else. There’s a nightlight, but it doesn’t come on right away.

Chapter 15

Micca

I awakened before the men and decided to use the toilet in the jail cell, since I wasn’t sure I could get back into the playroom if I left it.

There was a nightlight this morning, thankfully. My bear can see in the mostly-dark, but there has to be a little light for her to work with. My phone would’ve been enough without having to use the flashlight, but with the nightlight, I didn’t need it.

Will was awake when I returned to the bed, and he held the blanket and sheet up for me to climb back in.

“I’ll need to program your palm into the software. The keypad has letters and numbers, like a phone, and the code iswhip, which is 9447. Davy can come and go unless I lock his palmprint out, like I did last night so you and I could talk. He’s responsible for keeping the room stocked and clean, so he needs full access.”

“She needs a tour of the house, Master.”

“She does, but I think she needs your mouth more right now. Get to it, boy.”

And then Davy was up and over Will without getting out from under the covers. Before I knew it, his mouth was on me, and what he lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Will was kissing me, his hands on my breasts under the covers, and the world spun around me.

I had to experience multiple men at once while at Bran’s but this was different, and it’s hard to explain how it’s different, but these men were with me, withMicca, not some female body they were allowed to use to get themselves off. Will and Davy were pleasuringme, not using me to pleasure themselves.

Okay, so it’s easy to explain the difference, after all.

And then I stopped thinking and just enjoyed, though I eventually gave Davy a few pointers. “Two fingers inside me while you do that,” I told him while he was sucking my clit, and then later, “You can use your tongue a little while you suck.”

Eventually, Will moved behind Davy and fucked his ass, and I had to remind Davy of his job a couple of times. I have no idea how many times I orgasmed — at least five times before Will took Davy’s ass, and I think another three times while Davy was getting plowed.

Which means I was mainly a voyeur by the time Will came in Davy’s ass and denied Davy an orgasm. The poor boy was rock hard when he stood to take care of Will’s condom and begin cleaning the playroom.

“I milked him yesterday, so he’d be hard even if I’d allowed an orgasm,” Will told me. “Nothing in there to ejaculate, but I didn’t want to give him even a frustrating release this morning. He’ssomuch more attentive when he’s been denied.”

“I had a short robe in my bag, where did it get to?”

“I had Davy take it up to the bedroom. I have robes in the main bathroom down here. C’mon, and I’ll get you one.”

Will once again jumped in the shower for about two minutes to clean his dick, but I merely put on the super-soft, ultra-luxurious robe and then brushed my teeth with the toothbrush and toothpaste he provided. I was impressed that he had tiny tubes of both fluoridated and unfluoridated toothpaste, and I went for the kind without the nuclear waste by-product poison.

“Which toothpaste do you use?” I asked him when he got out of the shower.

“Same one you chose, and Davy uses the one I provide in our bathroom upstairs. He’s careful about the stuff he’s allergic to, but otherwise, he doesn’t pay much attention to food versus crap. Thankfully, he’s been eating food instead of crap because he mostly eats in the bikers’ restaurant with a substantial employee discount.”