Page 147 of Devil's Bargain

“You’re dismissed.”

His footsteps retreat.

My eyes are closed. I tingle everywhere.

“Crawl to me.”

I reluctantly open my eyes.

The ugly fountain is in front of me.

I slowly get to my hands and knees, ignoring the weird sensation of cum dripping down the sides of my ass, and crawl over to Salt and Pepper.

He sits with his big cock in his hand, stroking the thick length.

My hands are covered in grass and dirt, and my face is too.

“Did you have fun?”

I stare at the grooves in the slabs. “Yes.”

He takes a sip of his whisky. “Good.”

He’s silent. An ant crawls over my hand.

“Do you want him to force himself on you again?”

“Yes.” The ant crawls back off.

“Do you want to stay here?”

I don’t have to think about it. “No.”

Rick’s hazel eyes flash before my eyes, so I focus my attention back on the ant. It’s crawling away from me.

I can’t let myself think about him. We don’t have a future. It doesn’t matter that he makes me smile or feel special. This is all that I’m good for. Other women don’t crawl to strangers and suck their dicks. And they don’t enjoy the degradation.

“That’s a shame.”

I don’t reply.

“My mind is made up after that little show. You’ll stay here with me.”

“You can’t make me!”

“Oh, but it’s already a done deal.”

I lift my gaze.

He takes a sip of his whisky. “You’re already mine.” Brushing his hand through my hair, he smiles. “I completed the transaction this morning.”

“No…”

He drains the glass and puts it down on the table. His movements are slow, as if he’s savoring this moment and wants to make it last. “Yes.”

“You can’t just fucking buy me!”

He strokes his dick again. “I just did. You belong to me, sweet angel!”

I laugh. It bubbles out of me like chiming bells. I can’t stop it. “You can’t buy humans. I’m not up for purchase!”

His eyes grow dark. It’s as if the clouds covered the sun. “You’ll find that I’m nowhere near as forgiving as your previous owners. If you step out of line, I won’t be this generous.”

“My previous owners?” I don’t understand. The gravity of the situation fails to sink in.

“The time for talking is over.” He fists my hair and thrusts his cock into my mouth, his eyes piercing mine as I gag on his thick length.

He’s a sick and twisted man with depraved fantasies that call out to the darkness inside me. I can’t help but respond even as I drown in my own shame and self-loathing.

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