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“I absolutely am.” Determination shone in his eyes. “Unless you’d like to tell me the truth about why you signed up for the auction. Then I’d gladly fuck your sweet little pussy instead.”
“You’re not being fair.”
“I’ve been exceedingly fair, I think.” The third clip closed around her swollen clit. As promised, it didn’t hurt, but the pressure made her already agitated state even more so as the clamp squeezed her poor tortured little bud. “I told you my expectations. You chose to defy me. And naughty little girls who defy their Daddies do not get rewarded.”
There was no point in arguing. He’d made up his mind, and she couldn’t tell him. Not without exposing her father’s most shameful secrets. “Fine.”
“One last thing before we leave. Go bend over my desk so I can plug your bottom and get you ready for Daddy’s cock.”
Moving stiffly, she crossed the room to his desk, lowering her torso so that her arms rested on top of the papers scattered across his desk and her bottom was offered up for his pleasure. Every step made the clamps tug at her various parts, making her throb with pain and pleasure in equal parts.
“Good girl. You remember how to take a plug?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
It wasn’t quite as hard as the first time, though she still struggled to relax and allow it in. And, if she wasn’t mistaken, it was a hell of a lot larger than the last one he’d used, so it burned more going in than she remembered.
When it was finally seated, he helped her to stand and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Come on, Lottie-bug. Let’s go have a drink and then Daddy has a room reserved for you to lose at least one virginity tonight.”
* * *
LOTTIE
She should hate him. That was the one thought that kept running through her mind over and over as they made their way past the other tables to the VIP booth where Damian and Emily were snuggled up together.
But the admiring glances she got from various patrons of all genders helped to soothe out her ruffled feathers. Maybe it made her vain, but nothing improved her mood like knowing that people were watching her. Admiring her.
Wanting her.
So by the time they settled into the booth with their guests, she was feeling much more chipper than she had been when they’d left his office, even though the walk hadn’t been very long and all her naughty bits were still throbbing in their confines.
Her good mood was bolstered even more by the way Emily’s eyes nearly fell out of her head. And, she was petty enough to admit, by the deepening of Damian’s scowl.
“We can’t stay long,” Braden said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. “Charlotte and I have an appointment in the princess room in a few minutes.”
“The princess room?” Lottie asked, excitement buzzing along her skin once more. “That sounds like fun.”
Braden and Damian shared a smug look that sent her stomach churning. “I think you’ll enjoy it, Lottie-bug. I certainly will.”
“That sounds ominous.”
“Anyway.” Damian’s no-nonsense tone had Lottie rolling her eyes, which Braden either didn’t notice or chose to ignore. “We need to talk about the auction.”
That was absolutely the last thing she wanted to do, but one look at the Elliott brothers’ stern faces told her she wasn’t getting out of it. “Fine,” she snapped, crossing her arms and immediately regretting the decision when the move tugged painfully at her clamps. “What do you want to know?”
“We know how Emily learned about the auction. How did you hear about it?”
“If I tell you, will the person who told me be in trouble?”
“As long as they aren’t actually involved in the auction there won’t be any trouble, little one. Who is it?”
As much as she didn’t want to rat Frankie out, she wasn’t about to earn herself another punishment. And Braden had said she wouldn’t be in trouble, so maybe Frankie would forgive her if Braden decided to question her. “My friend Frankie. Francesca Legare. She’s?—”
“I know Frankie,” Braden said with a sigh. “And I’ve already spoken with her. She found out from some of my employees, so that’s another dead end.”
“Is there anything else you can think of, Charlotte?” Damian asked, his expression turning earnest. “Anything at all that might help us figure out who’s running the auction?”
“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize it wasn’t Braden running it until he confronted me and Master O.”
