Page 109 of For a Price

The tingles intensify. The sensations being inflicted on me spread.

He slides two fingers inside me and presses down on my clit with his thumb.

My body bows as the orgasm rises up despite my best efforts to squash it down. It reaches its peak and explodes from within.

A little weak tremor of pleasure that rocks through me.

That leaves me empty and numb immediately afterward.

He withdraws his fingers and then wipes the slick evidence on my lips. “Look how wet I made you.”

I roll onto my side away from him despite what may happen to me for disobeying. But he seems to be satisfied enough with the outcome of our time together.

His smooth baritone carries a note of humor with his next words. “This was good. The next time will be better.”

I’m busy silent crying as his footsteps tell me he’s leaving the room. The thuds continue until he’s at the door, drawing it open and snapping it shut.

My stomach roils. I could throw up, but I force myself not to. If I make a mess and Borys or Diana find out, I will suffer for it.

I have no choice but to stay where I am and wait to be collected. Mourn what’s just happened to me and find a way to accept that it seems this is my life now.

Roman’s not coming.

The next night as I’m dressed up in another sparkly bra and panty set, I can barely react when the stylist gives me a command. She shoves at me and snarls, “I said lift your foot! Do you think I’m getting on my knees for you?”

I blink out of my stupor and do as I’m told. She straps on the same pair of heels from last night and then pushes me toward the door.

“All ready. Borys will take you to the stage.”

Borys beckons me over with an impatient motion of his head. I trail after him, obedient and silent, keeping my gaze straight ahead and any opinions to myself.

I’ve spent every moment since last night disappearing into my imagination. Forcing myself to get used to the idea that what’s happening is outside of my control.

Just like when my family died. Just like when my foster home became a nightmare.

But this time it’s even worse.

I can’t even run away like before.

“Come,” Borys says, walking down the hall. “Tonight you will be helping serve customers. You have already been purchased for the end of the night activities. Your customer from last night enjoyed you and would like more time.”

The theater is even more crowded tonight.

Me and several of the other people being put up for sale are made to service the various tables spread through the theater room. They order drinks and hors d’oeuvres. They make obscene comments and gestures toward us and there’s nothing we can do about it.

One man slaps my ass as I turn away to retrieve the bottle he’s ordered. He goes red from laughing so hard and the woman who’s with him giggles.

“Here, hurry,” Borys grunts when I show up at the bar counter to collect his order. He shoves a tray of the bottle of bourbon and a pair of glasses at me and then shoos me off. “The show is starting in five minutes. Go, go!”

I turn listlessly to make the same trip back over to the man’s table. The layout of the theater room feels like a maze with so many zigs and zags navigating the tables. Even harder when in tall heels and a costume that leaves me exposed everywhere.

I’m only a few tables away when I spot something out of the corner of my eye.

Blue eyes that blaze like sapphires and that can belong to only one man.

CHAPTER 31

Roman

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