Bought (His For A Week)

“My father started with residential. Now it’s a mix between the two.”

“Where’s the family business based?”

“We have offices in Hong Kong and Beijing.”

“Do you live there?”

“Is this an interview of some kind?”

She lowered her lashes. “I was just curious. It’d be nice to know a little more about the guy I’m supposed to...you know...”

“The guy you’re supposed to fuck?”

She looked him in the eyes. “Yeah. That.”

“You make it sound like a chore.”

“Well, I’m getting paid to do it.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it. Was it a chore when you squirted last night?”

A blush colored her cheeks. She didn’t seem to know where to look.

“I asked you a question,” he said when it seemed she wasn’t going to answer.

“No,” she admitted. “But it’s not always going to be like that, is it? I assume you’ve got...expectations.”

“I’ve got a lot of expectations.”

She swallowed. “What are they?”

“I’m not going to overwhelm you with them right now, but if you play your part right, last night won’t be the only time you get to squirt.”

Her lower lip hung agape, and it was all he could do not to reach over the table and capture her bottom lip with his mouth.

She reached for her orange juice and finished it. “I’ll fix up another plate for you.”

He watched her walk into the kitchen, his gaze lingering on her booty. He wondered if she had ever had anal sex. That was one virginity he didn’t mind taking. Feeling his groin tighten, he shifted in his seat and decided to look out the window.

The swim had made him hungry, and he ate everything she set down for him. She then brought plates over to the other women.

“You sure are nice to your slut,” Derek said, taking a seat beside him.

“If you want a sub to go all out for you, if you want them to push their limits, you’ve got to build trust.”

“Hunh,” was Derek’s response to something he clearly didn’t understand.

Jake returned to announce the boat was ready. “Now you ladies get ready. Remember, I told you no clothes on the boat.”

Lisa raised her hand.

“Put your fucking hand down. We’re not in school.”

“Permission to speak, Master,” she requested.

“What is it?”

“What about swimsuits, like bikinis?”