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Emily felt a little weak in the knees again. The man was either full of charisma and a total smooth talker, or he was an absolute snake in the grass. Then her jaw dropped when she saw the attached gift certificate.
A thousand dollars? To buy sexy underwear and a mask?
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d bought underwear in anything but a pack. She got her bras from the local thrift store, then she wore them out to holey messes before replacing them.
A thousand dollars?
She didn’t even know where to go to spend that kind of money on underwear. Then again, she didn’t know where to go to spend any kind of money on sexy underwear. It might have been easier if it was for a specific store, but she could go anywhere.
No, that was too scary. Besides, she didn’t have a car.
Online. There had to be something she could find online. Maybe get it overnight shipped? She had the money for it. She couldn’t tell Master D what day she could see him until she was sure she would have what he requested of her. And she was really grateful he was interested in anonymity even though she wasn’t sure she’d be able to call him Master D with a straight face.
She needed to see him as soon as possible. She needed her power back on. She needed… she needed to start her life over.
That’s what that kind of money was. A reset.
As much as she wanted to sit down and start budgeting things out—because she knew how easy it would be to blow through that kind of money if she didn’t plan carefully; there was a reason lottery winners often went broke—she started looking for underwear instead. A thousand dollars…
Her stomach grumbled.
There were so many things she could use a thousand dollars for. Would it be unethical to order some other things she needed rather than use it all for one silk nightie and a mask? Because she was finding what looked like some really nice ones, all for less than a hundred.
In the end, her total came to less than four hundred dollars, and even that made her blanch because she had never spent that much money on clothing before. She got a silk gown and matching thong, a mask, and a pair of cute kitten-heel shoes, all with overnight shipping. The fact that it added up to nearly four hundred dollars made her almost nauseous that she was spending that much on so little.
At least she could write Master D back. She would ask for tomorrow night. That left her only one night with no power. Hopefully, no one would notice that her trailer had gone dark. Mrs. Martine was very kind, but she was also a bit of a gossip. Emily didn’t want everyone to know how bad things had gotten right before she managed to fix everything.
Especially since she didn’t want anyone asking how she fixed everything.
Damian
Hello Master D,
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Thank you so much for your generosity. I have ordered a silk gown as you requested, along with everything I need to go with it, including the mask. I appreciate the offer of anonymity and would like that as well. This is very strange for me, but I appreciate everything you are doing to help me be comfortable.
* * *
Would Sunday night, tomorrow night, be acceptable? If I can use your gift card, I can get a ride to a hotel. There was more than enough left over, if you don’t mind me using it for that. And I can return everything I didn’t use on the gift card to you.
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Please let me know where and when you would like to meet.
* * *
Thank you so much again,
Sunshine
Shaking his head, Damian couldn’t decide if he was charmed or worried. Sunshine seemed naïve. He couldn’t help but shake his head at the idea that, after paying three hundred thousand dollars for her virginity, he would be worried about a thousand-dollar gift card.
Before he replied, though, he made a reservation and contacted the site to see if he could send a car to pick her up. Considering she was trying to return the remainder of a gift card, he wanted to make sure she was taken care of. It only took a few minutes for confirmation to come through—whatever he wanted to do, the auction house would take care of it, so she could keep her address safe, and he could ensure she got what she needed.
It didn’t take him long to get everything set up and email her back with instructions. Sunday night… tomorrow night. Fuck. He felt that little bit of guilty regret again… but hell. It was consensual.
Besides, with it being done out of BDE, he trusted that Braden had found some way to make sure it was legal. After all, their other brother Desmond was a former cop and had a constant stick up his ass when it came to following the law. It was part of the reason he and Damian had always butted heads—Desmond was a rule follower, and Damian only followed the rules he wanted to.
