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Vivian

I shouldn't have liked it.

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.

Not because I’d liked how he’d treated me or used me. It was for the money.

****

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.

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’t really supposed 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.

****

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.

I’m not sure how long I lay there. The warmth of the fire and the events of the last twenty-four hours caught up with me, and I fell into a light sleep.

The sound of his laptop clicking closed, followed by his chair rolling away from his desk pulled me awake, and I felt him kneel beside me to murmur in my ear, “Get on your hands and knees.”

His command was direct, but his tone wasn’t as cruel as it had been last night, or even this morning.

I did as he instructed and wasn’t sure what to expect when I heard his zipper go down, and the cap of the lube bottle flip open.

He pulled the plug in my butt out an inch, then resituated it inside at the same time he shoved his cock deep in my pussy. With how easily he filled me, I realized he must have slicked his shaft.

Between his dick and the plug, I’d never felt fuller, or as good, and I bit back a moan.

“Fuck, I thought you were tight before,” he growled as he pumped in and out of me. “You’re even tighter now.”

He pushed my face into the pillow while he drilled me without mercy.

He snarled, “Dirty slut with your fucking tight cunt making my cock so hard…” like it was a bad thing. “I’m going to come so deep inside you, you’ll be dripping all damn week.”

That visual was hot, and I felt myself edging closer to an orgasm, so I clenched my body to fight it. I knew he would not be happy if I came without permission.

He must have been able to tell I was close because I felt a sharp sting to my ass as he barked, “You better not come, whore!”

His fingers bit into my hips and his rhythm became erratic until finally he seated himself fully inside my pussy and let out a long grunt. “Fuck yesssss! Take it!”

I whimpered with need as I lay with my face on the pillow, ass still high in the air.

“You did a good job tonight,” he murmured as he twisted the plug in my ass while his cock plugged his come in my pussy. “You didn’t whine. Didn’t squirm,” he rotated the anal plug again. “Kept this in here like you were told to.”

A flush crept down my neck. I hated the way his approval made me warm.

He pulled his cock and the plug out at the same time. I suddenly felt empty while his cum gushed down my inner thigh.

Using his finger and thumb, I felt him spread my pussy apart.

“Yeah, that’s fucking hot,” he mumbled as he smeared his cum around my folds. “I think you deserve a reward, whore.”

He pushed his thumb inside my pussy and ordered, “Ride my hand, bitch.”

I ground down on his thumb while he played my clit with his other hand like he knew every nerve by name.

Once again, I found myself teetering on the orgasmic cliff, and he growled, “Don’t you dare fucking come until I tell you to.”

The torture was so delicious, I wanted to scream. I opted for begging instead.

My movements faltered, and I cried, “Please, Master, may I come?”

He chuckled as he rubbed my clit faster.

“No.”

Oh god . I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold out much longer.

Every muscle in my body went taut, and I was hanging on by a thread. A tear leaked from the corner of my eye, and my plea came out in a sob, “Please, Sir.”

He whispered, “Come, whore,” and the climax immediately overtook me. I shook from head to toe as pleasure shot through every cell of my being. I’d never experienced anything so incredible—it was almost too much. Just the thought of never feeling like that again was painful.

My body went limp, and I collapsed in a heap on the pillow.

Then I started to cry.

~~~~

I felt myself being lifted off the ground, then I was situated on his lap on the couch in his den.

His hand stroked my hair, and his deep voice was soothing when he softly said, “Don’t cry, baby. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

Wait… what?

I decided if I was dreaming, I didn’t want to wake up and cried myself to sleep in his arms.

****

Jeff

I think I broke my new toy.