Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(36)
Now that I told him I consent. How could she have said that? How could she possibly have uttered that Yes, sir?
Karen thought of the saleswoman in the department store. Lydia. Lydia wouldn’t have thought twice.
Lydia wouldn’t even have run away, would she?
Feeling like she might faint with every step and keeping her eyes on the hallway carpet, then the elevator carpet, then the lobby carpet, then the sidewalk, Karen made her way out into the warm summer night. The driver, who must have seen her coming, opened the back door of Mr. Singleton’s SUV without saying anything, and Karen climbed in.
Had anyone seen her? She realized she had no idea. She tried to tell herself a little story about what a girl in nothing but a bathrobe venturing into the public spaces of an apartment complex, then the even more public outside, might be doing that didn’t involve having her naughty bottom spanked, her soaking, wicked pussy fucked. Maybe she had gotten locked out? Maybe she was going to a pool party?
Maybe a wealthy man had told her to come naked in his car, so he could finally give her the terrible things she needed: on her bottom, in her bottom, in her pussy, in her mouth, all night long, until she had learned her lesson once and for all.
Her face burned like the sun as she watched the driver, a bearded, dark-haired young man of about twenty-five, get into the car and then, very deliberately, adjust his rearview mirror so that he could meet Karen’s eyes. She bit her lip, felt her forehead crease as if in a wordless plea for mercy, but his face remained unmoved.
A tiny sob escaped her chest, and she looked down at the back of his seat as she shrugged the bathrobe from her shoulders.
The car began to move.
Chapter Eighteen
When the doorman called up to Singleton’s apartment to tell him Karen was on her way up, he called Green.
“She’s on her way.”
“Congratulations,” Green said in a gently mocking tone. “You won… something. Something I have to say I don’t much value, but that’s love, I suppose.”
“Can you let the others know? I’d like as many of them as possible to come over tomorrow night to finish her punishment.”
That made Green chuckle, and turned his voice appreciative. “Sure thing. At least it seems you haven’t lost your senses entirely. You’re going to give her a whipping to remember tonight, I hope?”
“No,” Singleton said. “I’m going to spank her over my knee.”
Green laughed. “I take it back. You have lost your mind. But if you still want her gangbanged from time to time, I’m not going to argue. See you tomorrow.”
Singleton hung up and looked out the peephole into the hallway. His was one of only two apartments on this floor, so the chances of someone else encountering his naked girl were very slim. Since the corporate acts that made her his sexual servant were well known to members of his class, Singleton would have had no problem explaining her nudity to his neighbors, who already thought him a hopeless reprobate. But though he wanted Karen to feel herself to be so fully his property that she must obey a command to strip anywhere he decided she should go without clothing, Singleton didn’t want the distraction of introducing her to the neighbors that way—today at least. More important, and a little more troubling given the implications for the future, he felt the desire to present Karen not just to his neighbors but to the rest of his friends and associates dressed to the nines—not as his party whore but as the youthful companion in whom he had invested, to help her to a brighter future.
Well, not just as his party whore. He certainly wouldn’t mind if the male segment of his circle, even beyond his former co-investors, knew that this gorgeous young woman received regular discipline and even more regular dominant fucking. After all, part of her reconfigured life as a sexual servant would involve her master lending her to other men, sometimes in large groups.
As he watched her make her timid way from the elevator, glancing around in fear and wonder at the elegant surroundings after the squalor of the place she had lived for the past two weeks, Singleton felt himself already becoming addicted to this new arrangement. The extraordinary amount of money he had signed over to the other nine men seemed, if not a small price to pay, at least a bearable one.
To be Karen’s owner—to be the man who decided what lessons she should learn, and how to teach them… to be the man who could also take her in his arms and comfort her after he had corrected her misbehavior… to be the master who could help her accept her need for all the darkness his cock’s dominance over her body could bring… Singleton hadn’t expected it to feel so very different from being one of ten, or from going to the girl’s cell block at CDF 5, but his heart swelled now almost as much as his cock, waiting for the timid knock that finally sounded a few inches away from where he stood on the other side of the door.
Still, he made her wait, torturing himself as much as he meant to increase Karen’s shame and her need. He counted to five, then to ten, watching her face turn bright red and her gorgeous naked body cower back a little: she covered herself with her hands, self-consciously now, and her forehead developed an even deeper furrow.
“Please, sir,” she finally said in a small voice, and he could hear in her voice that she knew he must be right there, watching.
He opened the door.
“Hello, Karen,” he said, opening his arms in an invitation to a hug.