Sold For Pleasure Vol. 3

“Now, why was my little girl stroking herself in the office?” he asked.

“Because of you, sir,” I replied. “It turns me on to hear you take charge.”

He smiled.

“You are so sexy when you shiver,” he said. “You should clean up. Did you finish that paperwork?”

“I’m nearly done, sir,” I replied while sitting up.

“Good girl. Go wash up, get hydrated, and then complete it,” he instructed.

“Yes, sir,” I responded.

I left the office and went to the bathroom where I washed my hands and relived myself. I studied my face in the mirror as I fixed my eyeliner, noticing how I was glowing. Since I had returned, I looked much healthier. I didn’t have bruises on my wrists and legs from rope. My face wasn’t sunken from feeling beaten. Everything here made me feel better.

When I exited the bathroom, I noticed Norman packing his things. It made my heart sink.

“Do you have to go?” I asked.

“Of course, little one. I must straighten out this ridiculous mess,” he replied while kissing my cheek. “You’ll be with your sisters and you’ll be fine.”

I sighed and kissed his hands, breathing deep the scent of his cologne that reminded me of our nights spent in bliss. I was going to miss his presence in our bed. Hiding my frown, I headed back to the office where I finished up my paperwork and went to get a cup of tea. Courtney was sitting in the living room while reading a book and Bettie was dusting the shelves. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a loose blouse that made her look bohemian. It was adorable and I went over to give her a kiss.

Norman appeared with his luggage and asked for a group hug, saying that he would return as soon as the matter was handled. Each of us gathered around him and we all wrapped our arms around each other. We glowed with support and love, the energy filling me with hope that our little love nest was safe under the charge of Norman.

“You girls be good while I’m gone,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” we replied.

“Be safe, dear,” Courtney said while pecking his lips.

“I will be,” he replied. “You, too.”

Each of us gave him a kiss and then he went out the door, the three of us gathering in the doorway as he climbed into a black car and headed for the airport. We waved. My heart sank watching him leave, but having Courtney and Bettie meant I wouldn’t be alone. At least I would have work to do while he was gone. I would manage his calls from the company as I always have and would set appointments in his calendar.

As I worked, Bettie continued to clean the rest of the house and Courtney started preparing dinner. I could smell the seasoning from the office and it stirred my hunger. When it was ready, we ate in the moderately large dining room next to the kitchen and sipped wine.

“You know,” Courtney said between bites. “There is this club downtown that I found while on a modeling shoot. I think you two would like it.”

“What kind of club?” I asked while cutting my chicken.

“It’s a kink club,” she replied.

Bettie looked confused.

“It means fetish stuff,” I explained to Bettie.

Her eyes went wide.

“You mean like rope?” she asked. “I don’t know about that.”

“It involves rope, yes, but it’s much more than that. It’s all so much more beautiful than mere rope,” Courtney explained.

“I don’t know, Courtney. We went through a lot with Claus and rope makes us kind of queasy,” I said after a sip of wine.

“Neither of you are required to participate, but I figured we could have a little fun there,” Courtney said. “Come on. You got to live a little bit.”

Bettie and I exchanged glances.