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Trusting that all was handled for now, Braden forced himself to forget all about sketchy auctions and focus on actual club business for once. He was halfway through his quarterly reports when he realized he’d gone a whole hour without thinking about pretty little Charlotte Duvall. Good. Maybe his sudden obsession with her was just an odd blip after all, and he was already over her.
Liar.
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LOTTIE
“Did you get the information?” Lottie all but pounced on Frankie when she walked through Lottie’s front door Wednesday morning.
“Yes.” Unusually sullen, Frankie pulled a card from her purse and held it out to Lottie. “And you owe me so big.”
“What? Why? What happened?”
Glancing around, Frankie grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the stairs. “Let’s go up to your room.”
Though she was dying of curiosity, Lottie forced herself to wait until they made it up to her bedroom with the door shut behind them before asking again. “Okay, what the heck happened?”
“Apparently, the owner of the club didn’t like me asking around about the auction.” Frankie flopped down onto Lottie’s bed with an annoyed huff. “He had Daddy bring me up to his office so he could grill me about it and tell me to stop asking questions.”
“Oh.” Nerves bubbled up in Lottie’s stomach as she glanced down at the card in her hand. “Do you think that means it’s a bad idea?”
“Nah. He probably just doesn’t want word getting out, you know? I don’t think this whole thing is exactly legal.”
“That’s true. Is that why I owe you? That doesn’t sound so bad.”
“No. You owe me because Daddy didn’t like my attitude while I was being interrogated. That was two days ago, and my butt still hurts.”
“Really?” Fascinated, and slightly ashamed of it, Lottie lowered herself onto the bed beside Frankie. “What did he do?”
Propping herself up on her elbows, Frankie raised an eyebrow. “You sure you want to know?”
“Yes.” Heat rose to her cheeks at her own rushed response, and Lottie shrugged, hoping it would cover her eagerness. “I mean, if the guys paying money for girls in this auction are members of the club, I feel like I should know more about what I’m getting myself into, right?”
“True… All right.” Sitting up fully, Frankie crossed her legs under her, excitement dancing in her eyes, despite her earlier sulking. “Well, for starters, he took me down to what they call ‘the pit.’ It’s like, the main area of the club where people play and other people can watch. That’s the bottom floor, and the top floor is a restaurant that looks down into the pit. Dinner and a show, I guess.”
“So, people watch you… you know?”
“Yes. That’s part of the excitement, at least for me.” Frankie hesitated before lowering her voice, as if they weren’t completely alone in the room. “If you tell the other girls this, I will never ever forgive you. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“It’s kinda hot, knowing that everyone is watching you. Wanting you. Especially when I’m in trouble. I get really fucking turned on knowing that everyone knows I was a bad girl and Daddy has to punish me.”
Need, hot and shocking, flashed through Lottie at her friend’s words. “That sounds…”
“I know, I know, I’m a weirdo.” Rolling her eyes, Frankie waved a hand in the air, batting away Lottie’s nonexistent judgments. “I wish I could explain it, but I can’t. So anyway, the other night, Daddy strapped me to this thing called a St. Andrew’s cross, which is like this big metal X that the restraints hook onto. And he lectured me really loudly about being respectful to other Doms in the club, blah blah blah. Then he spanked me again, the hardest he’s ever spanked me before.”
“Oh, Frankie. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. That was the easy part. It was the part that came after that, when he… you’re sure you want to hear this?”
“Yes. And no. But yes, I think I need to.”
“Okay, well, after he spanked me, he took out my plug—oh, I should have mentioned he’s been making me wear a butt plug to help ‘train me’—he took out my plug and then he took this huge dildo and he, ah, put it where the plug used to be.”
“He what?”
“Yeah. And the whole time he’s lecturing me about how naughty girls don’t get Daddy’s cock in their bottoms. They have to earn that privilege. And I swear to god, Lottie, I almost came just from him telling me how naughty I was, while he was fucking my ass with a fake dick.”
