Page 172 of On a Fault Line

And what happens after the contract?

Part of me is afraid to accept that it was already made very clear once my signature hit the paper. When the one hundred days end, the idea of us also ends.

“Regardless, little fawn, I hope you find everything you are looking for in this life.”

“I have the same sentiments for you. Thank you for accepting me and not making me feel weird for asking all of these questions.”

“Never,” Yuri says with a smile. “I welcome them.”

While we continue to sit and chat, a waitress brings over drinks for us and some light snacks. I would probably enjoy them more, but I’m pretty occupied with Collins now sliding two fingers inside me and nonchalantly making small talk—something I rarely actually witness him doing.

I guess that’s what it’s like to have a network of people you trust and with whom you share similar overlapping interests.

When I first got out of Soulful Mind and made my goal list, I really yearned for a friend. And I found them. Angie and Claire are my friends, and while I once thought they were only accepting me because they were with my brothers, I now can see that I had what I always needed right there in front of me all along.

I’m glad Collins has Michael and Yuri too.

Oh fuck…

I mask a moan by coughing into my elbow, struggling to keep my composure while Collins is working me.

“You are very naughty,” I whisper to him.

“And you are very much going to come all over my fingers soon, my little cum slut.”

It’s true.

I try to focus on what’s happening to me, but Michael is distracting me by feeding grapes to Daphne from his fingertips. It’s so sweet and yet so territorial.

I enjoy that contrast.

But that is how Collins is for me. He will help me buckle my shoe if I need assistance but then will finger fuck me in front of his friends like it’s just a normal hobby.

The feeling of a wave crashing to the shore hits me suddenly, as he changes angles and presses his fingers against my favorite spot.

And I do exactly what he promised I would…

I spasm and weep all over his hand…just like the good little fuck doll I am.

“Well, friends,” Collins says, pulling his hand out from under my dress and helping me to stand up on my boneless legs, “it’s time for us to head out of here. We have places to be.”

“It was great getting to know you better, little fawn. Please come back whenever you desire—with or without Collins.”

Collins fake scoffs. “Hey now.”

“Thank you, Master Yuri,” I say softly, out of respect and also because I’m not sure how to address him in general.

Collins pulls me away from that scene, tucking me close to his side. Before we get to the lockers, he stops me and then presents his two fingers at my lips for me to clean. “Taste us,” he offers.

And I do.

“You are exquisite, Princess.” He kisses me on the forehead. “I loved finger fucking you like a little puppet. You’re always so responsive and such a good girl.”

My pussy melts, leaking liquid down my inner thighs. I clench them together, but I know it’s useless. It’s the effect Collins’s filthy mouth has on me. He adores me and defiles me at the same time, and the contrast in emotions is addictive.

We gather our things and make our way outside to the parked SUV.

“Where are we going?” I ask, sliding inside the passenger seat.

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