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CHAPTER5
Mila
I don’t know why, but as he carried me out of the office and into what appeared to be a penthouse suite, I curled into his neck. I told myself that I wasn’t seeking him out as comfort, but I knew that was a lie even as I thought it. I wound my sore arms around his neck, holding on while also wanting to press my body as close against him as possible. His hold on me was firm, steady, and strong.
I felt so small like this.
He carried me into the dining room, but I didn’t really see it because I kept my eyes shut. He placed me down in a padded chair.
“You will remain here on display while we eat dinner. If you try to get up or run, I will bind you to it. Do you understand me?” he asked. I opened my eyes to see him kneeling in front of me. His expression was hard, but there was a gentle concern in his eyes as he searched my face.
Despite the fact that I was here against my will as his captive, it made me feel like he cared for me.
“I understand,” I whispered.
“Be a good girl for me and I’ll feed you some dinner and dessert,” he continued.
He sat down in the chair at the end of the grand table. My body was throbbing as the numbness from three orgasms started to fade and I sleepily closed my eyes, simply listening to the sounds of people moving all around me. It was soothing in a way, and I found myself just melting into the chair.
My heart was beating at a frantic pace for what felt like forever, but it eventually calmed too. My body temperature cooled and the sweat gathering at the edges of my brow evaporated and dried. I drew in one shaky breath after the next, trying to make sense of everything that had happened and failing.
In the end, I decided that it didn’t really matter. It simply was.
His seed was wet on my face for a long time. It dripped down my cheeks, onto my chin, and down onto my breasts, but he made no move to wipe it off.
He was leaving it in place to send a message, mostly to me but maybe to his men too. I wanted to hate it, but a small part of me maybe liked such a taboo display of ownership.
It certainly made my pussy wet.
They filed into the room after us, taking their seats and bowing their heads as the waitstaff rolled in one tray of food after the next. By the time everyone was seated, two dozen men were seated at the table and all of them were staring at me in the corner of the room.
Naked, on display with their boss’ cum splattered all over my face.
“You are allowed to look, but none of you may touch her aside from me,” Jon commanded, his tone leaving no room for negotiation of any kind. There was more than a little possessiveness to his voice that caused a thrill to course through me, but it was gone too quickly for me to identify what it was.
With a silent sigh, I turned my gaze to face the men feasting on the sight of my sore breasts. I did my best not to squirm because it only made the welts on my ass hurt more. My shoulders were still a bit sore from having my arms bound behind my back, so I rolled them a few times before placing my hands neatly in my lap.
I didn’t make any move to wipe off the cum on my face.
I should be angry, but I didn’t have the will or the energy to muster up anything.
I sat there, shivering with shame as plates of delicious-looking food were uncovered right in front of me. I had to stop myself from licking my lips at the sight of thick slabs of beef and chicken, perfectly seasoned with a generous helping of herbs and butter. Baskets of fresh baked biscuits were placed on the table, covered with soft towels to keep them warm. Platters of steamed vegetables and potatoes were passed around and everyone plopped large servings on each of their plates.
My stomach growled deafeningly loud, and I blushed even more than I thought possible.
Jon grabbed the side of my chair and pulled me closer to him. I said nothing, but when he broke off a piece of buttered biscuit and held it up in front of me, I smiled gratefully.
I didn’t know why, but it seemed impossibly kind to me.
“Thank you,” I whispered. I went to take it from him with my fingers and he knocked my hands away gently. He shook his head and pressed it against my lips. I opened my mouth and he pushed it onto my tongue. I chewed slowly, savoring the honeyed butter and the scrumptious taste of freshly baked bread.
He fed me one bite after another until the whole biscuit was gone. I licked my lips, blushing hard when I tasted droplets of his cum with my tongue. The saltiness of his seed combined with the biscuit was absolutely divine, but I didn’t dare speak that horrid thought out loud.
It would be mortifying.
“What should we do moving forward, boss?” an older man asked, his gaze glancing over me like he was purposely avoiding mine. He was in his late fifties, his hair peppered with gray. His face was round and clean-shaven, his body a bit heavy set beneath his suit. His eyes were a dark gray, red rimmed and disapproving when he happened to glare in my direction.
“After dinner, I will bring Mila to my quarters and question her as to the location of the diamonds. She will tell me everything we need to know and tomorrow, I will give you instructions on when and how to retrieve them, Ronaldo,” Jon answered.
