His voice is husky and deep— positively sinful. If this is the man that buys me, I might actually survive. I do as he requests and straddle his lap, and when I’m seated, my dress rides up and shows him my bare pussy. He growls and grabs my ass cheeks, squeezing them hard. I flinch, and he loosens his grip. He smells so good, so familiar. I want to curl into his lap and breath him in.
“Good girl,” he coos. I smile. I never thought praise would help make things easier. I want to hear him say it again. “I want to watch you come. Use me how you need to get off.”
He digs his fingers into my hair and pulls my lips to his. I let him control it, giving him whatever he wants. I rock my hips back and forth over his thigh and moan into his mouth. I reach my hand down for his cock, and he places his hand over mine, stopping me.
“No, Crimson, this is about you,” he says against my lips. “Use me. Let me help. Show me how you like to be touched.”
I take his large hand in mine and place his fingers over my clit, circling them how I like best. He kisses me hard again, and I moan into his mouth as he swallows my sounds. I gyrate my hips back and forth, chasing my release. He attacks my neck with his mouth, planting big open-mouthed kisses on my skin.
The building pressure in my belly tightens, and I moan in his ear. “Please, let me come, Master. I’m so close.” My hand drops away, and he continues playing.
“Come for me,” he whispers, his voice shaky with need.
I’m wound so tight from being edged all night. Neither of the other men let me come. I convulse on him, dropping my head to his shoulder to muffle my moans of pleasure. He grinds me down on his leg, extending my own blissful high.
I relax into his touch, catching my breath for a moment. A quiet, “Please,” escapes from my lips. I’m not sure why it came out, but it felt right. So much of him is familiar and warm. I will cling on to this memory and hope to God he’s the one who wins me. I get off of him, returning to the center of the room on my knees, as I was instructed to do. I look down, my cum seeping down my legs, pooling on the floor below me.
He stands and looks down at me, resting his hand on top of my head. “I’ll be back for you.”
He leaves the room without another word.
Chapter Eighteen
Finley
My mind is reeling as I hear the door click closed in place, his words hanging thick around me. Will he be willing to set me free if he buys me? He was so gentle, and his eyes reminded me so much of Grayson’s. It had to be his doppelgänger. I sniffle and wipe my nose, hoping to keep my emotions bottled up. I know Master is going to want more out of me tonight before we sleep—he always does.
A door opens behind me, and I figure it’s Marco to take me back to my cell. I stand and keep my head down as I’ve been taught.
He stops right in front of me and places his finger under my chin, lifting my face to him. I keep my eyes closed. Marco is large, and I’m scared of him. I’ve only been in his presence once, and that was enough to scare me into complacency. I’m happy Master hasn’t allowed him to touch me. This man touching me is so gentle, though, so maybe Master was lying to me. Maybe Marco isn’t so bad.
“Finley?”
I slowly open my eyes and get a good look at him. He’s tall and broad, with dark skin and dark curly hair. He looks like he could be of Puerto Rican descent. He is a good-looking man, but it’s not Marco. I’ve never seen this man in my life, yet he knows who I am. My heart beats out of control, and I pant in short, labored breaths.
“I’m here to help you.” He holds his hands in front of him like he would a scared animal.
“Who are you?” I take a step back.
“I’m Grayson’s friend. I’m here to rescue you. Please, come with me.” He extends his hand, waiting for me to accept it.
“N-no.” I take another step back and shake my head. “This is a trick to see if I’ll run. I’ve been a good girl. I don’t want to be punished.”
Memories of Master tying me down and beating my ass with a whip until the skin almost broke open flashes through my mind. My skin heats in the spots that suffered the most damage from his abuse. He then tied me down and left me for almost a full day with nothing for the pain. He only came back because I begged and told him I’d be good and do whatever he wanted.
“Finley, this isn’t a trick. Please, come with me.” He steps in closer, and I press myself against the wall, cowering.
“No. Master is expecting me to be waiting for him. He promised he would be nice to me tonight.”
“Fuck.” He reaches into his pocket and advances on me, too fast for me to react. He covers my mouth before I can get a word out and presses my head against the wall. He then presses his body against mine, keeping me in place. “Finley, I promise I won’t hurt you. We need to get out of here, now, before it’s too late.”
I scream behind the rag in fear as tears stream down my cheeks. He pulls the syringe out of his pocket and injects it into my neck.I don’t want to die like this.Everything starts to go fuzzy, and my eyelids feel like lead bricks. I fight to keep them open, but it’s no use.
Everything goes black.
Grayson
I’m going to hell for what I just did, but I couldn’t fucking help it. She was too damned tempting, and I had to play my part. I wanted her so bad, but I would never have been able to live with myself if I took her like that. I walk out of the room, leaving her there on her knees like she means nothing—a worthless toy.
