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I unlock the cage, allowing her to crawl out on all fours.

“Please, let me go,” she bleats, and scuttles to get away from me.

Gripping one of her ankles, I drag her back toward me, which sets off a last ditch effort to get loose. Heels peck against my arm, as she kicks and claws at the floor, the sight of her struggle working its magic on my cock.

“Yeah, that’s it.” I grit through clenched teeth, yanking her backward, and grab her by the mid-section.

She wriggles against my body, knocking the towel away, and I slam her against the top of the cage, my chest to her back, as I draw her hair out of my face. “Please. I want to go home.”

Even in three-inch heels, she doesn’t quite meet my height, but it’s enough that, when bent forward over red velvet padding that cushions her breasts, her ass sits propped high enough to meet my cock.

“This is your home for as long as I say.”

She’s clean and sterile—two things I specifically requested when I placed the order for her a couple weeks back.

Squirming, she fights me, as I gather her arms and hold her down.

“No! Stop! Stop!”

And I would, but that’s not her safe word. It’s one of the acceptable forms of resistance that we both agreed on, mostly because it gets me excited.

Except tonight, I feel like I’m merely going through motions, and the fact that this is all staged isn’t doing much to help that.

I’d hoped for a quick fuck before bed, but my dick is getting increasingly flaccid by the second. Staring down at her ass, I spread her apart, confirming she hasn’t removed the plug I inserted within hours of her arrival. Below it, her pussy glistens, telling me she’s already wet and ready.

Steak for the lions.

She doesn’t talk, or mutter a word, unless in struggle, because she isn’t supposed to. I don’t care to know anything about her, or what she likes. In exchange, she’ll walk out of here with enough money to support whatever endeavors she chooses. Most of the girls I’ve ordered are in college, looking to finance a career, but that’s information volunteered by the organization that provides them, not because I bothered to ask.

I line myself at her entrance and rub my hand across my jaw, already bored with this. Sex has become as dull as killing. As menial a task as brushing my teeth and checking my messages later.

I try to follow a rule that if I’m not feeling it, there’s no sense beating a dead horse, but I know a quick fuck would set me right again. If I could get hard and come.

I feel nothing.

She’s mine for one more week, but from the looks of it, I don’t think I’ll be keeping her for one more day.

It’s not her fault, but mine.

With a shake of my head, I don’t even bother to enter her, and instead, step back. I notice the slickness dripping down the back of her thighs and nab my towel to wipe away the evidence of her excitement, which at this point is nothing more than a slap in the face. Fastened with a loose knot, the blindfold slides easily over her head. “Gather your things. I’ll be returning you first thing in the morning.”

She pushes off the cage and stares down at me, brows winged as if she might cry.

“You did nothing wrong. I’ll provide full payment for your services.”

“Master Voss, I—”

“You don’t have to call me Master. You’re welcome to sleep in the bed tonight. Or, if you’d like, I can call an Uber to pick you up once you’re packed.”

“Are you sure I didn’t do anything wrong? I didn’t use the safe word once this time.”

“Positive.” I nod my head toward the door at the opposite side of the room. “Through that door is an exit to Reade Street. The code to get out is HELP. Make sure you have all your things, as you can’t get back in once you leave.”

“And if I don’t want to leave?” she asks meekly, lowering her gaze from mine. “I mean, if I decide to stay the night?”

“Then, make sure you have all your things in the morning when you leave. There’s a phone and credit card in the nightstand should you wish to call a ride. Please don’t steal the phone. It’s a pain the ass to replace, and the credit card is nothing more than a prepaid, so you won’t get much from it.”

“So, I guess this is goodbye.” At my silent stare, she lowers her gaze toward her hands. “Thank you for an … intense week. Probably the scariest and most exciting I’ve had in a long time.”