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“And I don’t know any Claire. Your name’s Slut #1.” He turned to Kimani. “And you’re Slut #2.”
Kimani felt her cheeks burn.
“Let’s get a couple things straight here,” he continued. “You don’t talk unless I say you can. You don’t do anything—and that includes taking a piss—without my permission. Got it?”
Claire nodded. He turned his gaze onto Kimani, waiting. She stared at him, wondering if he was serious or just acting out a role?
The next second, her cheek was on fire and pain flared in her temple from where her head struck Claire’s.
“Answer me, bitch!”
She had to blink several times to get her bearing.
“Well?” he demanded.
Surely the Silent Auction arrangement didn’t allow for violence? Even if the contract she signed acknowledged she might be, in BDSM parlance, ‘disciplined,’ assault couldn’t stand up in court, could it? But she decided not to risk the guy’s ire and answered, “Yeah, I got it.”
He struck her again. This time Claire jumped out of the way.
“I didn’t say you could talk, bitch.”
This shit just got real, Kimani realized. Her heart was racing. Part of her was recalling all the moves she had learned in her self-defense class. The other part reminded her what she was here for. She wished she had turned on the broach camera or had her recording pen ready.
She heard him unbuckle his belt.
“Now how about some breakfast?”
Turning, she saw that he had taken out his cock. Shit.
“Come on, slave,” he said to Claire, waving his penis up and down. “Time to eat.”
For the first time since the auction, Claire looked uncertain.
“Don’t make me say it twice,” he threatened.
Tentatively, Claire went down on her knees before him.
“What’s the matter? Never done a blow job before?”
Claire shook her head.
He smiled. “Well, you’re in for a treat. Go on now. Take that puppy into your mouth.”
He pointed his cock at her. Claire parted her lips.
“Oh, that’s good,” he groaned as he slid into her mouth.
His hand went to the back of her head as he began thrusting his hips. She grunted as he tried to shove more of his length into her.
“Yeah, baby,” he said. “Good slaves get rewarded. Bad slaves get punished.”
Claire choked when he shoved a little too hard.
“All right, all right,” he said when she began gagging uncontrollably. He turned to Kimani. “Your turn.”
“I’m not ready yet,” she said.
He narrowed his eyes. “What did I say about talking?”
