Page 178 of Devil's Bargain

My eyes flutter shut as I swirl my tongue around the thick head.

“Name the price!”

“Jones walks free. All five counts!”

The stranger sinks his cock inside my mouth and grunts low in his throat as I swallow him down. “First-degree murder charges aren’t so easy to sweep under the carpet. I have to sway the jury.”

Baron pulls me off the man’s cock with a hand fisted in my hair. I instantly stick my tongue out.

“You’ll find a way.”

“I can do anything I want with her?”

“Within limits.”

The man’s cock, standing proud in front of my face, makes my mouth water.

“Consider the charges dropped!”

I’m pulled to my feet, and my lead is handed to the man. Baron cups my chin. “Be a good girl!”

I’m led away. The many strange faces blur into one as we exit the room and follow a servant down the long corridor. We take a left. The servant unlocks a door. “Enjoy.”

The leash is pulled. I follow inside, stumbling over my own two feet.

Another big bedroom with a luxurious bed and flowing white curtains. The summer breeze blowing in from the open balcony feels like heaven on my skin after endless nights in the dark, cold basement.

The man removes his suit jacket and hangs it on the bed frame. “You can call me Master.”

“Yes, Master.”

He looks surprised like he expected me to refuse. He circles me, running his eyes over my naked body. “You’re beautiful!”

His compliment hurts. I’m not beautiful. I’m nothing.

“Does he treat you well?”

Tears spring to my eyes. “He keeps me locked in the basement.”

“Has he sold you before?”

“Yes.” I stare at his jacket on the bed frame. “Do you want me to suck your cock?”

“Do you want to suck my cock?”

I nod eagerly. It’s a navy suit jacket. Inside the vast living room, it stood out in the sea of charcoal and black.

“What does he make you do?”

I squeeze my thighs together. My clit pulses painfully. “He hits me. He makes me suck his dick and fuck him. Sometimes he makes me fuck the servants too.”

“Do you like it when he hits you?”

More tears. I wipe my cheeks, whispering, “Yes.”

He appears in my vision, but I don’t look away from the suit jacket on the bed frame. The taste of his precum lingers on my tongue.

He lifts my chin with his fingers. It’s a soft, gentle touch. “Look at me!”

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