Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
She opened her eyes again, forcing herself to meet his gaze. In a calm, steady voice, she said, “I’m done peeing, Sir. May I wash myself?”
“Sure.” Damon opened his leather pants and dragged them down his thighs along with his underwear. His cock sprung free, fully erect. “Then get over here and suck my cock, you dirty little whore.”
Once she was on her knees, Damon’s shaft down her throat, he gripped her by the hair. He tugged it hard, bringing tears to her eyes. “Of course, when they come over, you won’t make a fucking sound.” He pumped in and out of her mouth, gagging her with each thrust. “Duct tape should do the trick nicely.”
Chapter 18
Damon took a step back to admire the view. “Lift your ass a little higher and spread your legs wider. That’s it. Yeah. Perfect.”
Callie was kneeling on the small throw rug by the front door, forehead touching the ground, wrists loosely cuffed behind her back. He’d made sure she was properly groomed after her shower, her skin smooth, her hair glossy. She really was a lovely girl, with those huge brown eyes and that luscious mouth made for plundering.
More and more lately, now that she was properly trained, he found himself almost wishing he could keep her. It would be satisfying to bring a real slave to Dark Clubs around the globe. He could definitely show all those players a thing or two.
Silently, he chided himself for even considering it. He had to be out of the villa by the end of the week. While he’d seriously considered finding another place to rent in Costa Rica, real life was intervening. He had obligations back in the States he couldn’t put off forever, and he didn’t dare miss the next board meeting.
He’d had fantasies of keeping her locked up in his penthouse apartment. He’d design a sound-proofed dungeon, and that room would always be off-limits to the housekeeping staff. She would be so brainwashed and controlled by that point that she would no longer even remember there was an outside world. He would become her universe. She’d be his special plaything, living for the moments he let her out of her cage to service and amuse him.
When he traveled, if he couldn’t take her with him, he’d hire someone who knew how to keep their mouth shut to take care of her. Kind of like a dog sitter, except in this case it would be a slave sitter. If you threw enough money at something, it was always doable.
But even as he concocted these elaborate fantasies, he knew they were just pipe dreams. He didn’t dare take the chance, however tempting, of bringing her back with him to Chicago. It would be risky in the extreme to smuggle her back into the States on his plane, much less keep her stashed away in his penthouse. He’d been checking the internet, and she was officially a missing person. He’d watched a clip of her parents on a local news station, tearfully pleading for any information about their missing daughter. It almost made him feel bad.
But she was the one who’d hooked up with someone she’d met at an online BDSM site. Well, maybe she hadn’t technically hooked up with him, but rather with the invented Diana, but why quibble about details? And, she still could have said no when “Diana” explained she’d be meeting the handsome cousin on her own.
She’d made her choice, and now she had to live with it.
Besides, he’d already agreed to her sale—a very nice sum indeed—and he’d gotten the strong impression the trafficker he was dealing with wasn’t someone to be crossed.
But, hey, he told himself philosophically, he still had a little more time to use and abuse his personal cunt to his heart’s content. He was glad he’d had the balls to invite Master Wolf and his girl to the villa. He couldn’t wait to show Callie off.
He glanced at his watch, his nerves jangling with anticipation. On the stroke of eight, the intercom for the front gate buzzed. Looking at the intercom camera, he saw a nondescript white sedan. He pressed the button to speak. “That you, Wolf?”
“Yes. We are here.”
“Great. Just punch in the code there on the panel to your right, followed by the pound sign. It’s five-six-two-seven. Then just follow the driveway back to the villa. You can’t miss it. You can park right in front and come on to the door.”
“Danke. See you in a bit.”
Excitement fizzed along Damon’s nerves. He glanced back at Callie, who hadn’t moved. Walking back to her, he bent down and placed his hand on her head. “Remember,” he admonished, “you aren’t to make a sound while they’re here. You will obey every command instantly. You won’t move a muscle until I give you express permission. I want them to see how well trained you are. Make me proud tonight.”