“Ten thousand each,” Jax amended, his hips never breaking rhythm. “Final offer.”
I moaned around his cock, my fingers working frantically between my legs. The thought of being bought and owned like this should have horrified me, but instead, it was pushing me toward an orgasm more powerful than any I’d ever experienced.
Suddenly, Jax pulled out of my mouth and looked down. His eyes narrowed dangerously.
“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?” he demanded, his voice like steel.
I froze, my hand still pressed against my sex, caught in the act like a child stealing cookies.
“Remove your hand immediately,” he commanded.
I reluctantly withdrew my fingers, glistening with my arousal.
“That,” he said, grasping my wrist and raising my wet fingers to eye level, “is completely unacceptable behavior. From now on, Little Lulu’s pussy, which she will keep completely shaved for her daddy, belongs to him. Do you understand?”
I nodded, mesmerized by the authority in his voice.
“Words, little one.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.
“Your daddy will decide when you deserve the privilege of touching what is now Daddy’s sweet little pussy. You will never touch yourself again without explicit permission. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I repeated, shamefully aware of how the restriction only made me want him more.
“Good girl,” he said, releasing my wrist. “Now open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue. Daddy’s going to reward you with his cum.”
I obeyed, tilting my face up and extending my tongue as he took his cock in hand and stroked rapidly. Within seconds, his breathing became ragged.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Ready to be marked as Daddy’s little girl?”
With a deep grunt, Jax erupted. Hot, thick streams of cum splashed across my cheeks, lips, forehead, and even into my hair. I kept my mouth open and tongue extended as he’d commanded, tasting the bitter saltiness as some of it landed directly on my tongue.
“Swallow what you caught,” he ordered, his voice husky with satisfaction.
I obeyed instantly, gulping down the warm fluid and fighting the urge to gag. Some primal part of me felt strangely proud to have pleased him, to have earned this degrading reward.
“Don’t wipe the rest off,” he commanded, tucking himself back into his pants with casual indifference. “I want everyone to see exactly who you belong to now.”
He pulled out his phone and pressed a button without taking his eyes off me. “Rudy, Mateo. Come in now.”
The door opened almost immediately, and two large men in dark suits entered the room. Their expressions remained professionally blank as they surveyed the scene—me kneeling naked on the floor, face covered in their boss’s cum, with three men standing around me.
“Take my new acquisition to the penthouse,” Jax instructed. “Secure her to my bed. The pink restraints, not the black ones. And make sure she’s properly cleaned up—just her body. Leave her face as it is until I get there.”
“Yes, sir,” the taller of the two men responded, stepping forward with a suit jacket in his hands.
“Wait,” I gasped, the reality of what was happening finally breaking through my haze of arousal and submission. “You can’t just?—”
“Silence,” Jax said, not harshly but with absolute authority. “The transaction is complete. You are now my property, Little Lulu. Your former life is over.”
He turned to Charlie and Walker. “I’ll have the money transferred to your accounts immediately. Our business is concluded.”
Panic surged through me as the bodyguard draped the jacket over my shoulders. “Charlie!” I cried out, suddenly desperate for the devil I knew. “You can’t let him take me!”
Charlie couldn’t meet my eyes, staring instead at the floor. “It’s better this way, Lou. He can give you things I never could.”
“Twenty thousand dollars’ worth of things,” I spat, anger momentarily overriding my fear.
