Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(32)

No, her mind said, fighting her body and fighting sleep at once.

Yes, said the rest of her, all of it.

Pete picked her up at nine. Mr. Jovanovich had fucked her awake at six, having her from behind as they lay on their sides, and then left with a final kiss and a “See you soon, darling.”

In the limo, Pete said, “Mr. Jefferson will get you at eleven. He’s going to take you to a hotel for a midday fuck, then come back to fuck you again after he’s done with work. I’ll stay with you so that you don’t get any ideas.”

Karen closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. At least Mr. Jefferson appeared not to have any fake refinement in mind, though even as she articulated this thought to herself part of her wondered whether Mr. Jovanovich’s false elegance hadn’t helped a little, no matter how brutal his use of her body afterward.





Chapter Sixteen


Pete called Singleton at work. In an annoyed tone, the henchman got straight to the point.

“Slut ran away from the hotel. I was in the john and she bolted just in the hotel bathrobe, got down the elevator, and got into a cab before I could get to her. We’re tracking her down—the taxi company doesn’t want any trouble. We’ll bring her back to Mr. Green’s place—he’s in a meeting right now so I’m calling you.”

Singleton sat back in his desk chair, stunned not only by the news but also by his reaction to it.

“Okay,” he said slowly.

“Can you tell Mr. Green and Mr. Jefferson? It may take Joe ‘n’ me a couple hours, since the police won’t let us do anything, you know, drastic. We’ll have to follow her on a drone and send an officer when she gets out of the cab. Then we’ll go get her.”

An idea formed in Singleton’s mind, but he needed to play for a little time before it would unfold itself fully.

“Should I tell Mr. Jefferson that we need to postpone his night? If she’s violated her contract this way, we can take away her day off and give that to him.”

“Nah,” Pete said. “We’ll have her back in time for Mr. Jefferson to spend the night with her.”

The idea refused to be denied, now: the thought of Jefferson enjoying Karen forced Singleton’s next words out of him.

“Actually, I think a special kind of discipline is necessary here, Pete. Can you have the police call me, and I’ll go get her, when they pick her up? I’ll take care of telling Mr. Green and Mr. Jefferson. You and Joe can take the afternoon off or do whatever else Mr. Green needs you for.”

“Aw,” Pete said. “I was looking forward to making her suck my cock in the car ride back.”

Singleton forced a chuckle. “You read my mind, and I’ll take that pleasure right off your hands, if you don’t mind.”



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In the hour he had to wait before he got the call that the police of a middle-class suburb had Karen at their station awaiting retrieval, Singleton went back and forth a dozen times between thinking he had lost his mind and thinking he had at last gained some next-level mountaintop clarity—with regard to his needs and how to go about satisfying them, with regard to his place in the universe, with regard above all to the domineering role of his cock in his decision-making process.

If he meant to go through with the possibly crazy, possibly brilliant idea, he needed to call Green soon. He couldn’t wait until after he had picked Karen up, much as he wanted to see her face when he informed her of what he meant to do. Singleton’s only real fear lay in the possibility that when he saw Karen, her reaction to his arrival would in an instant settle the insanity/enlightenment debate decisively in favor of his having lost his mind.

If on the other hand she gave him any reason at all to think his plan might work, Singleton didn’t give a shit about the money.

He called Green from his car, as his driver sped him toward the party whore to whom he now intended to reveal a radically reconfigured future—in the short-and medium-term at least, and who the fuck knew about the long-?

Green, as Singleton had expected, came immediately and emphatically down on the side of his friend having gone crazy.

“Look, are you really losing anything?” Singleton asked.

“Griff, I’m looking out for you.”

“Answer me. Are you losing anything? Don’t you owe it to me to let me try this?”

Green paused for a long moment. “I guess,” he finally said. “You’re right that despite it being a pain in the ass for a few weeks it won’t cost anyone else anything but some blue balls, and that’s what whores are for. Go ahead. You want me to tell the others, I suppose?”

Singleton knew that Green’s heavy tone should have made him feel much more worry than it did, but having his friend acquiesce so quickly despite his disagreement and despite the inconvenience involved elated him instead.

“Can you just tell Jefferson that his night is off? I’ll let you know what happens, and I can tell the rest of the investors about the plan if it works out. Just make sure no one hears about the escape, so that the CDF doesn’t come snooping around. I’ll take care of the police on my end.”



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Singleton had such an easy time persuading the sergeant that Karen’s flight to the suburbs had been a misunderstanding that he felt a little let down.