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half a billion pounds. The fact he likes to beat my arse black and blue with a paddle with his initials cut into it is just a bonus. And the other ladies here will tell you the same – love’s all very well, but money makes it so much better.’
‘Are there lots of couples here this week?’ Jessica was processing the thought of being used by any number of men, as well as Honey’s casual assertion that being rich was what really mattered. For her, the bonus was that Max had money; she knew she’d love him just as much if he was a poor but hard-working academic, like Honey’s father had been.
Her new friend shook her head. ‘No, last night there was just me and Ray, and Chester Macken and his wife, Simone. And Damon mentioned over dinner that two more couples were arriving today …’
Jessica thought of their travelling companions on the plane to St Thomas, the pneumatic blonde and her elderly husband, and nodded.
‘So that’s it. But there are five or six single men as paying guests, a couple of whom are really hot, let me tell you. I’ve been here three times before, and I can safely say this is the best selection of guys Damon’s had staying here.’ Her mouth quirked in a sly smile as she regarded Jessica. ‘The real question is who’ll get to master you for the week.’
‘Max will, surely? That’s why we’re here, isn’t it, so he can dominate me?’
‘Maybe, maybe not. Some men like to see their wife being punished by another man. It adds to their thrill. And then, of course, they can punish her later for being such a slut.’
‘That hardly seems fair.’
‘Like I say, babe, you’ve got a lot to learn. But I doubt we’ll find out any more until tonight. That’s when the auction happens.’
‘Auction?’
‘Oh, it’s one of Damon’s regular events. Once all the female guests have arrived, he puts them on the auction block and sells them to the highest bidder. It’s quite exciting, really, not knowing who’s going to buy you or how much you might be worth. But don’t worry about that now …’
Scooting closer to Jessica, Honey wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into an embrace. Their lips met, Jessica tasting the lingering remains of vodka and the unique sweetness of Honey’s mouth. She expected the kiss to turn into something more, for Honey to pull her down to the mattress so she could lick and lap a trail down her body, all the way to her pussy, but it seemed for now she was just content to cuddle Jessica close. When Jessica felt her eyelids beginning to flutter shut, sleep threatening to claim her, she didn’t fight the feeling. In London, it would be gone midnight now, and she’d had a long, strange day. The night lying ahead of her promised to be longer and even stranger.
Wrapped in Honey’s arms, she slept, dreaming of strange men whipping her, claiming her, making her into the submissive Max clearly hoped she could be.
The sound of the door being opened jolted her into wakefulness. For a moment, she had no idea where she was, then she saw Honey’s arm draped loosely over her breasts, heard the soft rise and fall of the other woman’s breathing, and awareness rushed back.
‘Honey, wake up,’ she muttered, scrambling to sit up, ‘someone’s here.’
‘Rise and shine, ladies.’ The woman who addressed them was Officer Abrams – or had been the last time Honey had seen her. Gone was the customs official’s outfit. Now she wore the crisp white dress with popper fastenings down the front that seemed to be the uniform for Damon Barada’s female staff. Jessica’s stomach gave a lurch as she considered the possibility that her interrogation and extended strip-search had all been some kind of kinky set-up. ‘It’s nearly time to get you ready for the auction. But first, a little dinner.’
She clapped her hands, and May entered the room, wheeling a trolley on which were two trays, each containing a plate covered by a metal dome, and a glass of iced
‘Are there lots of couples here this week?’ Jessica was processing the thought of being used by any number of men, as well as Honey’s casual assertion that being rich was what really mattered. For her, the bonus was that Max had money; she knew she’d love him just as much if he was a poor but hard-working academic, like Honey’s father had been.
Her new friend shook her head. ‘No, last night there was just me and Ray, and Chester Macken and his wife, Simone. And Damon mentioned over dinner that two more couples were arriving today …’
Jessica thought of their travelling companions on the plane to St Thomas, the pneumatic blonde and her elderly husband, and nodded.
‘So that’s it. But there are five or six single men as paying guests, a couple of whom are really hot, let me tell you. I’ve been here three times before, and I can safely say this is the best selection of guys Damon’s had staying here.’ Her mouth quirked in a sly smile as she regarded Jessica. ‘The real question is who’ll get to master you for the week.’
‘Max will, surely? That’s why we’re here, isn’t it, so he can dominate me?’
‘Maybe, maybe not. Some men like to see their wife being punished by another man. It adds to their thrill. And then, of course, they can punish her later for being such a slut.’
‘That hardly seems fair.’
‘Like I say, babe, you’ve got a lot to learn. But I doubt we’ll find out any more until tonight. That’s when the auction happens.’
‘Auction?’
‘Oh, it’s one of Damon’s regular events. Once all the female guests have arrived, he puts them on the auction block and sells them to the highest bidder. It’s quite exciting, really, not knowing who’s going to buy you or how much you might be worth. But don’t worry about that now …’
Scooting closer to Jessica, Honey wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into an embrace. Their lips met, Jessica tasting the lingering remains of vodka and the unique sweetness of Honey’s mouth. She expected the kiss to turn into something more, for Honey to pull her down to the mattress so she could lick and lap a trail down her body, all the way to her pussy, but it seemed for now she was just content to cuddle Jessica close. When Jessica felt her eyelids beginning to flutter shut, sleep threatening to claim her, she didn’t fight the feeling. In London, it would be gone midnight now, and she’d had a long, strange day. The night lying ahead of her promised to be longer and even stranger.
Wrapped in Honey’s arms, she slept, dreaming of strange men whipping her, claiming her, making her into the submissive Max clearly hoped she could be.
The sound of the door being opened jolted her into wakefulness. For a moment, she had no idea where she was, then she saw Honey’s arm draped loosely over her breasts, heard the soft rise and fall of the other woman’s breathing, and awareness rushed back.
‘Honey, wake up,’ she muttered, scrambling to sit up, ‘someone’s here.’
‘Rise and shine, ladies.’ The woman who addressed them was Officer Abrams – or had been the last time Honey had seen her. Gone was the customs official’s outfit. Now she wore the crisp white dress with popper fastenings down the front that seemed to be the uniform for Damon Barada’s female staff. Jessica’s stomach gave a lurch as she considered the possibility that her interrogation and extended strip-search had all been some kind of kinky set-up. ‘It’s nearly time to get you ready for the auction. But first, a little dinner.’
She clapped her hands, and May entered the room, wheeling a trolley on which were two trays, each containing a plate covered by a metal dome, and a glass of iced
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