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Vivian

The car turned onto a long, winding drive lined with soft lights, and my breath caught when Jeff’s house came into view.

It wasn’t just big—it was beautiful. Two stories of warm stone and wood, with golden lights glowing through tall windows.

The kind of place my mom used to drive me and Hope by at Christmas time, and I’d imagine myself living in one day.

The kind of place where things were quiet and safe.

It was nothing like my cramped studio apartment. Or the house I grew up in, where the walls were stained with cigarette smoke and the windows rattled in their frames when my father yelled.

It was picture-perfect, and not at all where I belonged.

The car rolled to a stop. Tom opened the rear door and his face split into a knowing grin when his eyes flicked to my rumpled dress and bare thighs as he helped me out. I didn’t meet his gaze. Jeff stepped out next and turned to wait for Tom to retrieve my bag from the trunk.

Once he had it, I reached for the handle, but Jeff shook his head. “I’ve got it.”

That surprised me, but I didn’t say anything as I followed him up the stone path to the grand, double-door mahogany entrance.

He opened the front door and gestured me inside.

I stepped past him and tried not to gawk at the ornate chandelier hanging from the high ceiling in the foyer. The floors looked like hardwood but sounded like tile as my stilettos clicked over the planks. The smell of mahogany and leather filled the air.

The door shut behind me, followed by the quiet clunk of a lock. I turned toward the sound.

Jeff moved past me, setting my bag down next to a table in the entryway, then pulled a small velvet box from the inside pocket of his wool jacket.

“Come here.”

I obeyed, and he opened the lid to reveal a black leather choker with a slim silver O-ring at the center which made its purpose clear.

He lifted the collar from the box, placed it around my neck, then fastened it in the back.

“This stays on until your contract ends. You can take it off to shower, but that’s it. If I find it off any other time, we’re done.”

“Even during the week when I’m not here?”

“ Especially during the week.”

I swallowed and nodded.

“Rules,” he said. “You speak when spoken to. You don’t sit on furniture unless I’ve told you it’s allowed.

You don’t touch yourself unless I tell you to.

You’re not to come unless I’ve given you permission.

Your holes will be available to me at all times.

” He gave me a pointed look. “ All of them. That means you’ll either be naked, in a dress, or a t-shirt without panties. Got it?”

Another nod. I couldn’t have found my voice if I tried.

“You’ll sleep naked in the guest room down the hall from me. If I want you during the night, I’ll come get you.”

He tilted my chin up. “Basically, you’re a warm hole with manners.”

My breath caught, but I didn’t argue. A hundred thousand dollars gave him the right to make these demands.

“Strip.”

I moved to kick my red stilettos off, but he shook his head. “The heels stay on.”

I reached behind me and tugged the zipper down, then let the fabric pool at my feet before stepping out of it.

He walked around me, appraising my body with his stare. I didn’t wilt as I stood there. This wasn’t my first rodeo. Men did that shit to me nightly.

Finally, he nodded once, then said, “You’ll do. Let’s take the tour,” before heading down the hall without looking to see if I was following him.

He moved quickly, and I had to practically jog to keep up, which was no easy feat when you’re naked and in four-inch heels. We passed through the kitchen, the library, the gym, and the den. All of it was beautiful with dark wood and masculine decor. I wished I’d had time to stop and admire it.

But it was obvious I wasn’t here to appreciate the craftsmanship of his home.

When we reached the upstairs landing, he stopped.

“Hands on the railing. Ass out. Eyes forward.”

I assumed the position and gripped the wood with both hands.

I heard his zipper go down, then he gripped my hips and thrust his cock inside my pussy. No checking if I was wet and ready, no warning. No kindness. Just raw possession.

I moaned softly.

“Stay quiet.”

He drove into me over and over, every thrust made my tits bounce and the collar jingle softly around my throat.

His grunts grew louder and finally he gave one last thrust before snarling, “That’s it, whore. Take it,” as I felt rope after rope of his cum fill me.

He stayed seated inside me while he caught his breath, then pulled out and spun me around, then pushed me to my knees.

“Clean it.”

I pulled him into my mouth and the tanginess of his cum mixed with my pussy juices hit my tongue.

“Do you taste your cunt?”

I assumed it was a rhetorical question and continued cleaning his dick off without replying.

Finally, he pushed me off, so I landed on my ass while he zipped up.

“Your room’s at the end of the hall on the right.” He took a couple of steps, then threw a warning over his shoulder. “And don’t even think about touching that pussy. It belongs to me now.”

Then he walked down the hall and disappeared into a room, leaving me on my ass with his cum dripping out of my pussy and onto the floor.

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Jeff

I didn’t look back at her when I left her on the landing. I didn’t need to. Sixty thousand dollars said she wasn’t going anywhere.

And I was going to make sure she earned every dollar.

I walked into my room and peeled off my shirt, followed by my jeans. My cock was still hard as I pictured how I’d left her—naked on the floor except for the stilettos and the collar I’d picked up from Macy when I paid my bill.

I hadn’t planned on bidding tonight. Hell, I hadn’t even planned on staying long. But the moment she stepped on that stage, I knew I had to have her.

Macy had asked if I wanted to buy a collar, too, when I’d handed her my credit card.

“It might help make the power dynamic clearer.”

I’d wanted to tell her there would be no confusion about who owned her, but then I thought it might be a nice reminder when we were apart.

Seeing it around her neck now? It did something to me. I’d have to thank Macy for the suggestion next time I saw her.

I sat on the edge of the bed and scrubbed a hand down my face. The little Phoenix hadn’t cried. Hadn’t begged. She’d just taken everything I gave her. Let me humiliate her at the club and in the car, then strip her and parade her naked through my house before I bent her over and fucked her raw.

In fact, based on how fucking soaked she got, I dared say she liked it.

And now she under my roof. Collared.

Mine.

My cock stirred again. I didn’t even try to fight it.

I stood and headed back down the hall. The guest room door was slightly ajar, and I pushed it open without knocking.

She was curled up under the covers, her hands in a prayer pose, with her eyes closed.

I stepped into the room and shut the door behind me, then pulled the comforter off her.

“Spread your legs.”

She rolled onto her back and did as I demanded without a word.

Good whore.

Maybe this time I’d even let her come.