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of them his Carly, as far as he could tell.
He closed the browser and turned away from the screen, annoyed with himself. Who cared what the purchased piece of ass did on her own time? Carly was a toy—an expendable, temporary diversion. Nothing more.
Adam clicked open the reports he’d saved onto his desktop, determined to focus. He was immersed in the data when the intercom buzzed. He glanced at his watch—thirty-five minutes. Certainly enough time to complete her assigned tasks, though with her ankles chained and her feet shod in high heels, it would have taken longer to get it all done.
When he arrived upstairs, Carly was standing beside the bed, arms behind her back, breasts thrust out, legs spread, the chain taut between them. She’d knotted her hair at the nape of her neck and wispy tendrils escaped over her forehead and ears. Her lacy apron, he noticed, was wet, the fabric clinging to her thighs.
Briefly Adam fantasized about bending her over the bed and fucking her from behind. It was in the contract—he could fuck her both vaginally and anally as often as he liked. He licked his lips at the thought of pushing her down and pressing his erection between her ass cheeks or into the snug embrace of her wet cunt. Why hadn’t he fucked her yet?
Because she hasn’t earned it , he told himself. She had yet to properly and completely obey him. A proper slave girl only got fucked as a reward.
Pretending to ignore her, he lifted the quilt and inspected her attention to detail. The corners were neatly tucked, the bedding smooth. The pillows were properly plumped and arranged. So far, so good.
Looping a finger through the O ring at the center of her collar, he led Carly into the bathroom, moving slowly so she could keep up in her chains. While she waited, he inspected the shower, the mirrors, the counters and the floor. He looked into the toilet, and then lifted the seat. Taking a cotton swab from the drawer where he kept them, he ran the tip under the inner rim of the toilet bowl and lifted it for Carly to see.
Her eyes widened in dismay. She started to say something but Adam silenced her with an upheld hand. “Not a word. I didn’t ask you a question.”
He moved closer to her, waving the soiled swab near her face. “I was told you were trained in service. Did no one teach you to clean beneath the rim of a toilet bowl?”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said breathlessly. “I thought I had—”
“Not good enough,” he interrupted, affecting a stern expression, though in fact he was delighted with this legitimate reason to punish the girl. “Tomorrow you will do better.”
Crouching in front of her, Adam removed the hobbling cuffs. “Step out of the shoes,” he said, taking those as well. Pointing to her cleaning outfit, he added, “Take off those things and hang them to dry.” He motioned toward one of the towel hooks near the Jacuzzi.
“Please, Sir, may I speak?”
“Yes. What is it?”
“May I use the toilet?”
Adam toyed for a moment with the idea of denying her, but decided against it. That sort of play could wait for the water chamber. “Yes, but be quick about it.” He headed toward the bedroom, turning back at the bathroom door. “I’ll be waiting for you in the dungeon. I’m looking forward to trying out my new candles. The wax burns especially hot.”
Chapter 6
Carly hung the wet things on a hook. She sat on the toilet, glad he wasn’t watching her this time, as she had to move her bowels as well as pee. A tumble of emotions was churning through her, leaving her almost breathless with confusion.
She’d been so sure she’d done a spectacular cleaning job and had been looking forward to his approval. The bed was flawlessly made, every surface in the bathroom sparkled, the towels were neatly folded and all the cleaning supplies were stored where she’d found them. Finally , she had thought, I’ve done something he won’t be able to find fault with!
And then
He closed the browser and turned away from the screen, annoyed with himself. Who cared what the purchased piece of ass did on her own time? Carly was a toy—an expendable, temporary diversion. Nothing more.
Adam clicked open the reports he’d saved onto his desktop, determined to focus. He was immersed in the data when the intercom buzzed. He glanced at his watch—thirty-five minutes. Certainly enough time to complete her assigned tasks, though with her ankles chained and her feet shod in high heels, it would have taken longer to get it all done.
When he arrived upstairs, Carly was standing beside the bed, arms behind her back, breasts thrust out, legs spread, the chain taut between them. She’d knotted her hair at the nape of her neck and wispy tendrils escaped over her forehead and ears. Her lacy apron, he noticed, was wet, the fabric clinging to her thighs.
Briefly Adam fantasized about bending her over the bed and fucking her from behind. It was in the contract—he could fuck her both vaginally and anally as often as he liked. He licked his lips at the thought of pushing her down and pressing his erection between her ass cheeks or into the snug embrace of her wet cunt. Why hadn’t he fucked her yet?
Because she hasn’t earned it , he told himself. She had yet to properly and completely obey him. A proper slave girl only got fucked as a reward.
Pretending to ignore her, he lifted the quilt and inspected her attention to detail. The corners were neatly tucked, the bedding smooth. The pillows were properly plumped and arranged. So far, so good.
Looping a finger through the O ring at the center of her collar, he led Carly into the bathroom, moving slowly so she could keep up in her chains. While she waited, he inspected the shower, the mirrors, the counters and the floor. He looked into the toilet, and then lifted the seat. Taking a cotton swab from the drawer where he kept them, he ran the tip under the inner rim of the toilet bowl and lifted it for Carly to see.
Her eyes widened in dismay. She started to say something but Adam silenced her with an upheld hand. “Not a word. I didn’t ask you a question.”
He moved closer to her, waving the soiled swab near her face. “I was told you were trained in service. Did no one teach you to clean beneath the rim of a toilet bowl?”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said breathlessly. “I thought I had—”
“Not good enough,” he interrupted, affecting a stern expression, though in fact he was delighted with this legitimate reason to punish the girl. “Tomorrow you will do better.”
Crouching in front of her, Adam removed the hobbling cuffs. “Step out of the shoes,” he said, taking those as well. Pointing to her cleaning outfit, he added, “Take off those things and hang them to dry.” He motioned toward one of the towel hooks near the Jacuzzi.
“Please, Sir, may I speak?”
“Yes. What is it?”
“May I use the toilet?”
Adam toyed for a moment with the idea of denying her, but decided against it. That sort of play could wait for the water chamber. “Yes, but be quick about it.” He headed toward the bedroom, turning back at the bathroom door. “I’ll be waiting for you in the dungeon. I’m looking forward to trying out my new candles. The wax burns especially hot.”
Chapter 6
Carly hung the wet things on a hook. She sat on the toilet, glad he wasn’t watching her this time, as she had to move her bowels as well as pee. A tumble of emotions was churning through her, leaving her almost breathless with confusion.
She’d been so sure she’d done a spectacular cleaning job and had been looking forward to his approval. The bed was flawlessly made, every surface in the bathroom sparkled, the towels were neatly folded and all the cleaning supplies were stored where she’d found them. Finally , she had thought, I’ve done something he won’t be able to find fault with!
And then
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