Page 177 of Devil's Bargain

THIRTY

April.

“How’s my sweet angel today?”

The fluorescent light hurts my eyes. I’ve lost track of how many meals have come and gone. How many showers I’ve been made to have. My body aches from sleeping naked on the concrete floor.

His leather shoes appear in my vision, so I push up to my knees and stare at his groin.

“Such an obedient, young woman!” I can hear the smile in his voice as he strokes my head. “I’ve missed you, sweet angel. I brought treats for you today. I thought I would be extra kind and let you choose.” He retreats. Then a ball gag, a whip, and a dog collar appear in front of me. “Which one would you like?”

I point to the dog collar.

“I thought that would be your choice. You’re partial to a belt around your neck,” he chuckles and brushes my hair aside to fasten the collar. In his other hand is a lead. He attaches that too. “Want to go for a walk?”

I nod.

He pulls on the strap, and the belt bites into my skin.

My pussy clenches. I obediently lean forward onto my hands and crawl after him on the dirty floor.

“What a good girl you are!” he praises. “You can get to your feet.”

Walking ahead, he pulls me along behind him as we exit the dingy basement. It takes a couple of minutes for my eyes to adjust to the daylight.

“I thought we should do something a little different today.”

I don’t reply. My focus is solely on the feeling of leather on my neck.

“I know how partial you are to my friends, so I invited them for the evening.”

“Is Silver coming?”

“Silver? You mean Alan? Do you like him?” He tugs on my collar, making me stumble. His smile has an edge to it when he says, “You like judges?”

We enter the living room, but we’re not alone. A group of men rise from the numerous couches and love seats as we enter the vast space. Paid staff are stationed by the door with trays of champagne in hand.

I’m led around the group as Baron mingles. Beady eyes follow me. But instead of making my skin crawl, desire pools low in my stomach. Any moment now, the demand will come. I’m the meat at this banquet.

“How much did you pay for her?” a man with a thick mustache asks.

Baron excuses himself from the conversation with two other men and turns. “Let’s just say my favorite sports car cost less, but the service has been impeccable! The gentlemen did a fine job getting her tuned to my needs!”

The stranger toys with a strand of my pink hair. “I think I need one for myself. Does she suck cock well?”

“You want a demonstration?”

The man’s beard twitches. He gestures for another glass of champagne and says, “That would be excellent!”

Baron clicks his fingers, and I drop to my knees, undoing the man’s belt and zipper. Baron’s smile is smug. He pulls my head back by my hair. “See how well trained she is. Open your mouth, darling.”

I do, my eyes on Baron as the stranger frees his dick and rubs the thick head over my lips. “I can see that. She likes to be hit too?”

Baron beams with pride. “The harder, the better.”

“Mind if I get some privacy with the girl to try it out for myself?”

“It’ll cost you,” Baron replies, patting my hair as if I’m a purring cat.

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