Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
The idea of them using me so thoroughly creates a tide of lust in my body all over again and I'm starting to get wet again...from more than the shower.
16
Sarah
Damien and TD — Trevor — do those things with me and I black out from ecstasy. When I wake up the next morning, Damien is all business. We eat and he tells me to bathe and meet him in the living room. I feel the change in the air. I’m not playing. Neither am I not the plaything. I’m being tested.
“What you’ll be doing is called a showing. For this performance, I demand obedience. I will be showing you off to prospective buyers, and trust me when I say that if you are not obedient, you're going to attract someone with much more horrific tastes than you'll want. You don't want a man who wants you to fight back." Damien's words are calm and measured, and until he looks at me, I search his eyes and see the conflict in them.
"I...what do you want me to do?" I don't want to be naked in front of a bunch of strange people. "Will they touch me?" I thought after what happened that those tickets I found…they couldn’t mean…
"I won't let them," Damien says, too quickly. "It isn't so unusual for a virgin pet to not be touched, as that keeps her cleaner for her buyer."
"What about what you've done with me? How can I still be sold as a virgin —“
"I was training you!" Damien's voice bellows out in anger and I'm chilled to the core. It's frightening, but God help me it arouses my curiosity. There are layers to this man that I'd love to uncover. How I can think about this instead of how terrified I am by the prospect of what he is telling me, I do not know.I don't want him to sell me. But I don’t want to escape. I want him to have me. Why does he get to train me, touch me, and then he's selling me to someone else? I realize now that I'm going to be good for him, because I don't want to find out what being bad means, but more than anything because I want to please him.
"I don't want you to disappoint your owner. Despite a no-refunds policy, you'd be surprised what top dollar customers act like if they aren't satisfied." Damien starts to remove my panties, and I can't breathe. I try to focus on his words, but they're frightening. "The kind of surprise neither of us wants to deal with." He's right.
"I'm going to be good," I say, daring to meet his gaze. I know I'm expected to look down otherwise, but I want to share this moment with him.
His breath stops for a moment, I see him swallow. I drop my eyes to the floor, then, not wanting to start disappointing him now. That word hangs thick in the air. I know I shouldn't be thinking about this. It's as if I'm seeing the world through fogged privacy glass. While I should protest and not want to comply, I'm eager to please Damien, no matter the cost. It is dangerous, but I have to admit that not only is it true that I'm attracted to him, it's the only thing that enables me to survive. Not just tonight, but every moment. If Damien truly disgusts me, my mind would be in tatters. I'm hazy but I'm not lost.
The thing about my attraction to Damien...isn't he attracted to me, too? Why does he want to sell me? I mean, my parents gave me to him, and he's going to sell me? Part of me is amazed that I can be sold, or given away...but that's behind the foggy glass thoughts. At the surface of my mind, I'm just wishing that Damien wanted to keep me. How could he do the things with me that he and Trevor did and then sell me as a virgin of all things?
"I'm going to put on a show for the buyers. A sales presentation." Damien places me on top of a table, and directs me onto all fours. "You are to follow my commands." He grabs my chin and makes me look at him. His rough touch isn't hard enough to be bruising, but the message he is trying to get across is clear. "There isn't going to be a second chance, so you are not to fuck this up."
"Yes Sir," I say without hesitation. My bottom lip is trembling. I hope he doesn't notice. I'm terrified of my every move now. Damien arranges me until I'm fully nude, on all fours, on a table.
And the door starts to open. I hear it, though I can't quite see more than its base.