Chapter One
When Charlie told me about the party at his distributor’s—Walker’s—apartment that night, I knew something shitty would happen there. I felt my stomach twist as Charlie explained that Walker had specifically asked for me to come to the downtown penthouse for tonight’s gathering.
“I’m not going,” I said immediately, crossing my arms. “That creep is always touching me or whispering shit about what he wants to do with both of us. I hate being in the same room with him.”
Charlie’s face hardened in that way that always made me nervous. “Listen, Lou, Walker likes you. He asked for you specifically. You should be fucking grateful he wants to see your face at a party like this one. Most girls would kill to get inside that apartment tonight, with all the catering and shit.”
“Most girls don’t know what a predator he is,” I muttered, but I could already feel my resolve weakening. The reality was I didn’t have many options. Six months ago, I’d been a college freshman with scholarships and plans. Now I was sleeping in Charlie’s bed and selling molly to sorority girls to keep a roof over my head.
“Wear that black dress,” Charlie said, already scrolling through his phone as if the matter was settled. “The tight one.”
I stared at him, wondering how I’d ended up here. Charlie wasn’t even that cute—just another hustler with a crooked smile who’d seemed like a lifeline when my world was collapsing. We’d hooked up a few times in the beginning, but lately he barely touched me. Not that I missed it; sex with Charlie had always felt like a transaction, something I endured because it made him happy and kept me safe.
The irony was that I’d once thought sleeping with him gave me some kind of leverage. Now I realized he’d just moved on to using me in other ways.
“What time?” I asked finally, hating the defeat in my voice.
“Nine. And Lou?” He looked up from his phone. “Don’t embarrass me tonight. Walker’s been good to us, and there’ll be important people there.”
I nodded, already dreading whatever ‘important people’ meant in Charlie’s world. As I headed to the bathroom to shower, I tried to ignore a creeping feeling in my belly that tonight would change everything, and not in a way I would like.
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At the party, Walker’s fingers dug into my ass the moment I reluctantly stepped forward for the obligatory greeting hug. His hand squeezed hard enough to make me flinch, his whiskey-soured breath hot against my ear.
“You look fucking delicious tonight, Lou,” he murmured, letting his hand linger far too long.
I shot a desperate glance at Charlie, hoping he’d intervene, but he was busy scanning the room like he needed to take inventory of everyone there. He didn’t even look my way. The betrayal stung worse than Walker’s wandering hands.
“Come with me,” Walker commanded, his fingers wrapping around my wrist. “Got someone special you need to meet.”
He led us down a hallway away from the thumping bass and drunken laughter. Charlie followed without question, like an obedient dog. Walker pushed open a heavy door at the end of the corridor, revealing a wood-paneled room where a single man sat in a leather armchair, nursing what looked like an expensive scotch.
The stranger didn’t belong here. Among Walker’s crowd of drug dealers and party girls, this man was something else entirely. Tall, with military-precise posture even while seated, he wore a tailored suit that probably cost more than everything I owned. But it was his eyes that made my stomach clench—steel-gray and calculating, they assessed me with unsettling intensity.
“Lou, this is Jax,” Walker announced, his hand settling possessively on my lower back. “Jax, the girl I told you about.”
Jax nodded once, his expression unreadable.
Walker’s smile turned predatory as he looked between us. “Jax has been extremely helpful to our operation lately. Opened doors I could never have accessed otherwise.” Accessed. What an asshole. Walker always wanted to sound smart, and he always ended up sounding even stupider.
He gave me a little push forward, as he continued in a way that made the floor drop out from under me.
“And I promised him a token of my appreciation. Jax, Lou here is going to show you a good time with that pretty mouth of hers.”
My blood went cold. “What the fuck?” I hissed, whipping around to face Walker.
Jax didn’t move from his chair, just watched the scene unfold with those unnerving eyes.
“You heard me,” Walker said, all pretense of friendliness gone. “On your knees for my friend.”
I turned to Charlie, disbelief making my voice shake. “You’re okay with this?”
Charlie wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Just do what he says, Lou.”
“No,” I said, backing away. “I’m not some fucking party favor you can pass around.”
Walker’s face darkened. “You ungrateful little—”
“Bring her here,” Jax said. “I think I can persuade her.”
I felt a mortifying, traitorous heat bloom between my legs at the sound of his words. Something about the cool confidence in Jax’s voice made my body react in ways my mind tried desperately to reject. The thought of being ‘persuaded’ by those obviously strong hands sent an electric current straight to my core, and I hated myself for it.
“Bring her to me,” Jax commanded again, his eyes never leaving mine.
Walker smirked. “You heard him, Charlie. Deliver the merchandise.”
Charlie hesitated for just a second before grabbing my arm. “Come on, Lou. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”
“Get your hands off me!” I shrieked, twisting violently in his grip. I kicked backward, connecting with his shin. “I’m not your fucking property!”
Charlie grunted in pain, but tightened his hold, wrapping both arms around my waist and lifting me off the floor as I thrashed. My heels caught the edge of an end table, sending a crystal ashtray crashing to the floor.
“Jesus Christ, control your bitch,” Walker snapped as Charlie struggled to carry me the few steps to where Jax remained seated, watching the scene with detached interest.
“Let me go!” I screamed, my voice raw with panic and rage as Charlie deposited me beside Jax’s chair. I tried to bolt, but in one fluid motion, Jax reached out and caught my wrist, tugging me forward with such unexpected force that I stumbled directly across his lap.
Before I could process what was happening, I found myself face-down over his knees, my ass elevated in a position that made my cheeks burn with humiliation. His left arm locked firmly across my back, pinning me in place with surprising strength.
“What the hell do you think you’re—” I began, but my words died in my throat as I felt his free hand grasp the hem of my tight black dress and deliberately pull it up, exposing my thighs and the thin black thong I wore underneath.
“Young ladies who use such filthy language,” Jax said in a calm, almost instructional tone, “need to learn the value of old-fashioned discipline.”
The cool air of the room kissed my exposed skin as he tugged my underwear down just enough to bare my bottom completely. I froze in shock, mortified by the vulnerability of my position and the audience watching my humiliation.
“You can’t do this,” I whispered, my earlier defiance crumbling under the weight of my exposed position. “This is assault.”
“This,” Jax replied evenly, “is a consequence.” His hand came down with a sharp crack against my right cheek, the sting immediate and shocking.
I gasped, more from surprise than pain. I’d expected many things tonight—being pressured for sex, maybe having to fight off wandering hands—but not this ritualized punishment that felt like it belonged to another century.
Another sharp smack landed, harder this time, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. The room fell silent except for the sound of Jax’s hand connecting with my bare skin.
“Tell me, Charlie,” Jax said conversationally, as if we were discussing the weather instead of my exposed ass, “have you ever disciplined Louisa like this?”
I twisted my neck to see Charlie’s face turning a deep shade of red. He shuffled his feet, looking everywhere but at me.
“No,” he mumbled finally. “Never saw the need.”
“Never saw the need,” Jax repeated, his tone mocking as his hand caressed the spot he’d just struck. “Look at how she’s responding. Her body is practically begging for correction.”
My cheeks burned with shame because I knew he was right. In the midst of the humiliation and pain, my body had continued to betray me. I could feel the wetness growing between my legs, the way my nipples had hardened against the fabric of my dress. The clinical way Jax discussed my arousal made it somehow worse—and inexplicably more exciting.
“If you’ve never spanked her,” Jax continued, “you’ve clearly never understood what she needs sexually. You’ve never trained her to please a man the way she so obviously craves to be trained.” His fingers traced the curve of my bottom, making me shiver involuntarily. “Let me demonstrate what this little girl has been missing.”
“I don’t need your fucking demonstration,” I hissed, finding my voice again. “And I’m no one’s fucking little girl.”
In response, Jax brought his hand down with stunning force, the crack echoing through the room. I cried out, unprepared for the intensity.
“Language, young lady,” he warned.
“What?” I gasped.
“You will speak with the proper decorum from now on. You may call me Daddy or Sir.”
What followed seemed like a methodical, calibrated destruction of my defenses. Jax spanked me with precise, measured strokes that gradually increased in intensity. Each time his hand connected with my flesh, fire bloomed across my skin. Between strikes, his fingers would trace the heated flesh, sometimes dipping dangerously close to where I had grown mortifyingly wet.
By what I thought was the tenth or eleventh swat, I had begun to squirm uncontrollably over his lap. By fifteen or so, tears streamed down my face. By what must have represented at least twenty spanks, I was sobbing openly, all pretense of resistance shattered.
Through my tears, I could see Charlie watching with a strange mix of horror and fascination. Walker looked amused, leaning against the wall with a smirk. I should have felt nothing but hatred for all of them, but my actual emotions had gotten much too complex for me to tease any single one of them out. I did hate Charlie, and I hated Walker even more… but toward the one I should have despised most of all, this weird interloper, my ideas and feelings seemed almost the opposite of what I knew they should have been.
Before I could stop my brain from going there, a thought formed… one I wanted to pretend had never risen from the depths of my mind. Finally, a real man. A man who knows how to keep a naughty little girl like me in line.
“Stand up,” Jax commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. “We need to assess what we’re working with.”
I stumbled to my feet, my legs trembling and unsteady. My face was wet with tears, my bottom burning from the punishment he’d administered.
Jax looked at Charlie with cold authority. “Take her clothes off and bend her over the coffee table. I need to inspect her properly.”
My heart hammered in my chest. This was happening too fast, spiraling out of control.
“Do what he says,” Walker ordered Charlie, his voice thick with anticipation.
Charlie approached me with hesitant hands. I should have fought him—should have screamed and kicked and bitten. But as his fingers found the zipper of my dress, I felt only a shameful, pulsing need between my legs. My resistance felt performative at best as he slid the dress down my body.
“Stop,” I whispered, but the word had no conviction behind it.
He unhooked my bra with surprising gentleness, letting it fall to the floor. My nipples hardened instantly in the cool air of the room. My thong was still bunched up around my thighs, and when he hooked his fingers in the waistband, I placed my hands over his.
“Please,” I said, not even sure what I meant to ask for.
Charlie couldn’t meet my eyes as he pulled the last scrap of fabric down my legs, leaving me completely naked in front of these three men.
“On your knees,” Charlie murmured, guiding me down.
He positioned me in front of the low coffee table, facing away from Jax, then pressed between my shoulder blades until I bent forward, my chest against the cold glass surface. The position left me completely exposed, my backside presented to Jax like an offering.
“Hold her wrists,” Jax instructed.
Charlie moved around the table, taking my hands in his. His palms were sweaty, and I could see the conflict in his eyes as he secured me in place.
“I’m sorry,” he mouthed silently.
I felt Jax’s presence behind me before his hands touched my skin. He traced the bruises he’d left on my bottom, making me flinch.
“Beautiful,” he commented. “The way her skin pinks up under discipline.” His fingers moved lower, brushing against the wetness between my thighs. “And look how ready she is. Her body knows what it needs, even when her mind thinks differently.”
I pressed my face against the table’s hard surface, completely humiliated by my body’s betrayal.
“Walker, come verify what I’ve found,” Jax said. “Charlie’s little Louisa is absolutely dripping from her punishment.”
Walker’s coarse laugh filled the room as he moved behind me. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I could disappear as I felt another pair of hands on my exposed flesh.
“Fucking hell,” Walker chuckled. “Charlie, man, your girlfriend’s like a river down here.”
[divider]Chapter Two
Louisa
“I’m not his fucking girlfriend anymore,” I said, looking up into Charlie’s idiotic face and watching him flinch at my words. “Whatever you assholes decide to do with me.”
“It’s a good thing you’re clear about breaking up with him,” Jax said, his voice taking on a contemplative tone that made my skin prickle with goosebumps. “Though I’m not surprised. This boy clearly doesn’t even understand what kind of girl you are.”
I felt Charlie’s grip on my wrists tighten reflexively at the insult. Walker snorted from somewhere behind me.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Charlie asked, the defensive edge in his voice making him sound even more pathetic.
Jax’s hand stroked my burning bottom almost tenderly, making me shudder. “It means you’ve had a treasure in your possession and didn’t even recognize its value. From the way she’s responding—her body’s reactions, her tears, even her defiance—this little girl is terribly in need of a firm-handed daddy’s care. She’s practically begging for it with every fiber of her being.”
“That’s bullshit,” I spat, twisting my head to glare at him over my shoulder. “I don’t need a fucking daddy. I need all of you to let me go.”
In one swift motion, Jax was on his feet. His left hand pressed down firmly between my shoulder blades, pinning me against the coffee table with shocking strength. Before I could take another breath, his right hand crashed down on my already tender flesh with a force that made the previous spanking feel like gentle pats.
“Fuck!” I screamed, tears springing instantly to my eyes.
“I told you about that language,” Jax said calmly, bringing his hand down again with devastating precision. “Young ladies who can’t control their mouths need to have the lesson reinforced.”
The next few minutes were a blur of pain and humiliation as Jax spanked me relentlessly. Each slap seemed to land exactly where I was already most tender, sending white-hot flares of agony across my skin. The worst part wasn’t even the physical pain—it was how my body wouldn’t stop responding to it, no matter how much I screamed at myself that this asshole was assaulting me. With each stinging blow, the shameful wetness between my legs grew, my nipples hardened against the cold glass of the table, and unwanted whimpers escaped my throat.
“Please,” I finally sobbed, all resistance shattered. “Please stop.”
“Please stop, what?” Jax prompted, pausing with his hand resting on my burning skin, cupping my left cheek with a tenderness that seemed a mockery to me, given how hard he had spanked me.
I knew what he wanted. The part of me that had gotten straight A’s and planned to become a corporate lawyer screamed in protest. But that girl seemed very far away here in Walker’s apartment.
“Please stop… Sir,” I whispered, my voice breaking on the word.
“Better,” Jax said, his tone softening slightly. “But I think you know what I really want to hear.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. “Please stop… Daddy.”
The word hung in the air, changing everything. I felt as if I had just launched myself off a cliff.
Jax smiled, his hand still possessively claiming my punished flesh. “Good girl. But I’ll only stop when Little Lulu politely requests to suck her new daddy’s cock. Then I’ll know you understand your place.”
I gasped, the humiliation of the childish nickname washing over me like ice water. Little Lulu. The way he said it made me feel small, helpless, exposed in ways far beyond my physical nakedness.
His palm cracked against my flesh again, harder than before. Stars exploded behind my eyelids.
“I’m waiting, Little Lulu,” he said, his voice deceptively gentle as he delivered another blistering swat.
The third strike broke me completely. “Please,” I sobbed, all pride shattered. “Please let me suck your cock… please, Daddy.”
The room went silent. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, hear Charlie’s sharp intake of breath. I hung my head in shame, unable to look at anyone.
I wasn’t even sure why I’d given in at all. My ass burned fiercely, but I’d endured worse pain in my life. I could have held out longer. Yet something inside me had surrendered, recognizing the futility of resistance. But it wasn’t just that. Part of me, to my horror, had thrilled at being forced to submit. At having the choice taken away. And deeper still, beneath layers of denial, lurked the disturbing truth that I wanted to please this man, to feel his approval. I wanted to kneel before this powerful stranger and take him in my mouth while Charlie watched, helpless and irrelevant.
“Release her,” Jax commanded Charlie, who immediately let go of my wrists.
Jax’s fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me up and back until I was kneeling on the floor. He stepped around to face me, his expensive shoes entering my downcast field of vision.
“Look at me, Little Lulu,” he said.
I raised my eyes, meeting his steely gaze. His face remained impassive, but something flickered in those gray depths—satisfaction, perhaps, or hunger.
“Show me how much you want to please Daddy,” he said. “Take out my cock.”
My hands trembled as I reached for his belt. I fumbled with the expensive leather, acutely aware of Walker and Charlie watching my degradation. When I finally managed to unfasten his pants and ease down his zipper, I hesitated.
“Don’t keep Daddy waiting,” Jax said softly, the threat clear beneath the gentleness.
I slipped my hand inside his boxers and gasped as my fingers encountered him. He was enormous—far larger than Charlie, the only other man I’d ever touched this way. Fear knotted in my stomach. I’d only given Charlie head twice—brief, awkward encounters where he’d quickly lost patience with my inexperience.
I drew the stranger’s—my new daddy’s—cock out with shaking hands, my breath catching in my throat at the sight of it. Thick and long, with prominent veins running along the shaft, it stood proudly from a nest of dark hair. I couldn’t wrap my fingers fully around its girth, and the realization made me tremble with a confusing mix of fear and excitement.
“That’s it,” Jax said, watching my reaction with obvious pleasure. “Get a good look at what you’ll be servicing from now on.”
His words sent an unexpected jolt of arousal through me. From now on. As if this wasn’t just a one-time humiliation, but the beginning of something more permanent.
“You’re going to have your face fucked now, Little Lulu,” he continued in a husky whisper that somehow felt more threatening than if he’d shouted. “And you’re going to take it like a good girl until Daddy comes all over his little girl’s face and marks her as Daddy’s naughty girl. Do you understand?”
I nodded mutely, unable to find my voice.
“Words, little one,” he prompted, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“Yes… Daddy,” I whispered, the childish title burning my tongue.
His expression softened momentarily, and he stroked my cheek with his free hand. “Good girl. But first, I think you should get properly acquainted with Daddy’s cock.” He guided my face closer. “Start by giving the head a nice, respectful kiss.”
I leaned forward and pressed my lips gently against the smooth purple crown. It pulsed against my mouth, a drop of clear fluid beading at the tip.
“Now lick it,” he instructed. “Up and down the shaft, nice and slow. Show me how much you appreciate being allowed to pleasure me.”
I extended my tongue and dragged it from the base to the tip, tasting the salt of his skin. The intimacy of the act made my cheeks burn, but I couldn’t deny the even greater surge of heat between my thighs.
“That’s right,” he encouraged. “Now pay proper attention to my balls. Kiss them. Lick them. Show them the reverence they deserve.”
I lowered my head, taking one of his heavy testicles into my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue as I’d once read about in a magazine. His sharp intake of breath told me I’d done something right.
“You’ve done a decent job training her, Charlie,” Jax commented as I continued my ministrations. “She seems to know her way around a cock.”
From the corner of my eye, I could see Charlie shift uncomfortably. “Yeah, well,” he mumbled, clearly trying to save face, “I made sure she knew how to please a man.”
I couldn’t help the indignant noise that escaped my throat, a muffled sound of protest around Jax’s flesh. Charlie was lying through his teeth. The two fumbling blowjobs I’d given him hadn’t been anything like this.
Jax yanked my head back by my hair, his eyes suddenly sharp with curiosity. “What was that, little one? You seem to disagree with your former boyfriend’s assessment.” He glanced at Charlie, then back to me. “Is he telling the truth about training you?”
I felt a strange rush of vindication wash over me, gratitude blooming in my chest at the opportunity to expose Charlie’s lie. The feelings confused me—I should have been focused on my humiliation, on escaping this nightmare—but instead, I found myself eager to tell Jax the truth, to somehow prove my worth to this terrifying man who had claimed me as his own.
“No, Daddy,” I heard myself say, startled by how my voice had transformed into something childlike and plaintive. “Charlie’s fibbing. He only made me do it twice, and he was mean about it. He said I was terrible and just finished himself.” The words tumbled out in a tattling cadence that made me sound like a little girl reporting a playground injustice.
Jax’s eyes darkened with something that looked disturbingly like paternal pride. “Thank you for your honesty, Little Lulu. Daddy appreciates when his girl tells the truth.” He shot Charlie a withering look. “Pathetic. You had this treasure in your possession and couldn’t even be bothered to teach her properly.”
His fingers tightened in my hair, tilting my face up toward his. “Don’t worry, baby girl. Tonight, Daddy’s going to show you exactly how to please a man. You’re going to learn what that mouth of yours was made for.”
Without warning, he thrust forward, pushing his cock past my lips and deep into my mouth. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat, tears springing to my eyes.
“Relax your throat,” he instructed, his voice calm despite the brutality of his actions. “Breathe through your nose. That’s it.”
His hips began to move in a steady rhythm, pushing deeper with each thrust. My hands instinctively flew up to his thighs, trying to control the depth, but he caught my wrists in one large hand.
“No, no. Hands behind your back like a good girl. Daddy decides how deep he goes.”
I obeyed, crossing my wrists at the small of my back as tears streamed down my face. The position made me feel utterly vulnerable, kneeling naked before him with nothing to brace against as he used my mouth.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I raised my teary eyes to meet his, and something in his expression shifted. His thrusts became more measured, allowing me brief moments to catch my breath before he pushed deep again.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured. “Taking Daddy’s cock so beautifully. You were made for this, weren’t you?”
A moan escaped me, vibrating around his shaft. I looked up into his face searching for my daddy’s approval. I saw that Jax was looking over at Walker and Charlie. He spoke casually, as if discussing a business transaction. “I’ll give you each five thousand dollars for her. Cash. Tonight.”
My eyes widened around his cock, the shock making me forget to breathe through my nose for a moment. They were selling me? Like property? The logical part of my brain screamed in outrage, but my body betrayed me with a surge of arousal so intense I couldn’t stand it.
Without conscious thought, my right hand slipped from behind my back and between my thighs. I found my clit instantly, already swollen and slick with need. My fingers circled it desperately as Jax continued to use my mouth, the dual sensations making me dizzy with forbidden pleasure.
“Ten grand is generous,” Walker replied, his voice sounding far away through the haze of my arousal. “But considering her potential value—”
“Ten thousand each,” Jax amended, his hips never breaking rhythm. “Final offer.”
I moaned around his cock, my fingers working frantically between my legs. The thought of being bought and owned like this should have horrified me, but instead, it was pushing me toward an orgasm more powerful than any I’d ever experienced.
Suddenly, Jax pulled out of my mouth and looked down. His eyes narrowed dangerously.
“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?” he demanded, his voice like steel.
I froze, my hand still pressed against my sex, caught in the act like a child stealing cookies.
“Remove your hand immediately,” he commanded.
I reluctantly withdrew my fingers, glistening with my arousal.
“That,” he said, grasping my wrist and raising my wet fingers to eye level, “is completely unacceptable behavior. From now on, Little Lulu’s pussy, which she will keep completely shaved for her daddy, belongs to him. Do you understand?”
I nodded, mesmerized by the authority in his voice.
“Words, little one.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.
“Your daddy will decide when you deserve the privilege of touching what is now Daddy’s sweet little pussy. You will never touch yourself again without explicit permission. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I repeated, shamefully aware of how the restriction only made me want him more.
“Good girl,” he said, releasing my wrist. “Now open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue. Daddy’s going to reward you with his cum.”
I obeyed, tilting my face up and extending my tongue as he took his cock in hand and stroked rapidly. Within seconds, his breathing became ragged.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Ready to be marked as Daddy’s little girl?”
With a deep grunt, Jax erupted. Hot, thick streams of cum splashed across my cheeks, lips, forehead, and even into my hair. I kept my mouth open and tongue extended as he’d commanded, tasting the bitter saltiness as some of it landed directly on my tongue.
“Swallow what you caught,” he ordered, his voice husky with satisfaction.
I obeyed instantly, gulping down the warm fluid and fighting the urge to gag. Some primal part of me felt strangely proud to have pleased him, to have earned this degrading reward.
“Don’t wipe the rest off,” he commanded, tucking himself back into his pants with casual indifference. “I want everyone to see exactly who you belong to now.”
He pulled out his phone and pressed a button without taking his eyes off me. “Rudy, Mateo. Come in now.”
The door opened almost immediately, and two large men in dark suits entered the room. Their expressions remained professionally blank as they surveyed the scene—me kneeling naked on the floor, face covered in their boss’s cum, with three men standing around me.
“Take my new acquisition to the penthouse,” Jax instructed. “Secure her to my bed. The pink restraints, not the black ones. And make sure she’s properly cleaned up—just her body. Leave her face as it is until I get there.”
“Yes, sir,” the taller of the two men responded, stepping forward with a suit jacket in his hands.
“Wait,” I gasped, the reality of what was happening finally breaking through my haze of arousal and submission. “You can’t just—”
“Silence,” Jax said, not harshly but with absolute authority. “The transaction is complete. You are now my property, Little Lulu. Your former life is over.”
He turned to Charlie and Walker. “I’ll have the money transferred to your accounts immediately. Our business is concluded.”
Panic surged through me as the bodyguard draped the jacket over my shoulders. “Charlie!” I cried out, suddenly desperate for the devil I knew. “You can’t let him take me!”
Charlie couldn’t meet my eyes, staring instead at the floor. “It’s better this way, Lou. He can give you things I never could.”
“Twenty thousand dollars’ worth of things,” I spat, anger momentarily overriding my fear.
The second bodyguard—Mateo, I assumed—approached with what looked like a pink collar in his hands. Before I could react, he fastened it around my neck. It was soft leather lined with some kind of silky material, but unmistakably a collar. A small metal tag dangled from the front, catching the light as I looked down at it in horror.
“Property of Daddy Jax,” I read aloud, my voice barely a whisper.
“That’s right,” Jax said, reaching down to fondle my breast. “You’re Daddy’s little fuck toy now.”
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