Page 13 of Serving Her Sentence

When she felt the limo begin to slow, she started to panic. Taking his balls in her hand, she gently but firmly squeezed them, tugging slightly as she took him deep. Her throat muscles worked, massaging the head of his cock, and Sean groaned again, thrusting upward. Noelle nearly choked but managed to stave off the impulse as the fluttering against her tongue warned her of his impending orgasm.

She swallowed eagerly, with relief, as hot cum spurted from his cock. Managing to pull back slightly from her position on his cock, so he wasn’t shooting just straight down her throat, the salty, slightly bitter fluid filled her mouth. Some of it leaked from her lips, dribbling down her chin.

Sighing with pleasure, he sat back, his fingers stroking her hair gently, almost as though she was a pet, as his cock softened, then fell from her lips. Panting for breath, Noelle leaned her head against his thigh.

“Not bad,” he said, giving her the same rating Damian had. His hand moved from her hair down to her chin, his thumb sweeping the cum off of it and popping it into her mouth, replacing his cock with the finger. “You’ll need to learn to swallow it all.” The casual way he said it almost made it sound more threatening than if he’d followed the observation up with an actual threat.

“She will,” Damian said, his voice even darker than Sean’s, almost foreboding.

The car rolled to a stop. Noelle didn’t move, and neither did either of the men until the car door opened. Damian exited first, glancing at her as he stepped out of the car, gesturing with his hand for her to follow.

“Come, slave.”

5

The house was gargantuan.

Bigger than any Noelle could have dreamed of owning, even with the money she’d been skimming. Considering how much money Damian had paid for her, it made sense, but it was still mind-boggling to behold.

SMACK!

Noelle shrieked, jumping forward and rubbing her poor bottom as she turned to look over her shoulder and glared at Sean. Somehow, she’d managed to forget it was still sore and sensitive, but just that little smack had brought all the painful nerve endings flaring to life again. The big man just chuckled as he stepped out of the car, holding her bag.

“Feeling brave, pretty girl?” he asked.

Immediately, Noelle ducked her head down. Crap. She would have to remember she didn’t have any rights over her body unless Damian decided she did. And he’d already let Sean take control of her.

Turning to peek at Damian, she sucked in a nervous breath when he frowned at her.

On the other side of the open car door, a portly older gentleman, with salt and pepper hair and a mustache, looked her over appreciatively. Noelle flushed red again, wondering if she was ever going to become used to being completely naked in front of strangers. Would Damian let her dress later? Soon?

She really hoped so. She could only imagine how much staff it would take to run this place. Three stories high, it looked like it would take up an entire city block if they’d been in the city. The lush green bushes surrounding the house reminded her of pictures she'd seen in history class. People used to have more houses with gardens, but Noelle had never seen one in person. The only garden she'd ever seen was a public one.

This was such a far cry from the apartment buildings she'd grown up with, she would have felt like she'd stepped into a whole new world, even if she hadn't been totally naked and only here for one reason. This was definitely the house of a man who could spend ten million dollars to own a woman's body for a year. Noelle was almost dizzy just looking at it.

“What do you think?” Damian asked. She jerked her attention to him, only to realize he hadn't been addressing her. He was looking at the man who had been driving them.

“Very pretty little thing,” the older man said cheerfully. Noelle squirmed in embarrassment, trying to surreptitiously find a way to cover herself without it being noticeable. Since she was surrounded on all sides by the men, it wasn't exactly possible.

“Would you like to try her mouth?” Damian asked as casually as if he was offering the other man a drink and sending shock waves through Noelle. Even after he'd shared her with Sean in the car, she hadn't been expectingthat.”She needs the practice.”

Her cheeks burned hot as she stared at the ground. The gray stone paving was warm beneath her bare feet but hard enough, she knew it would hurt her knees. A strange kind of despair rose inside of her.

I chose this.

“Thank you, Sir, but not today,” the older man said cheerfully. “Even as pretty as she is, I'd need to take a pill to enjoy it.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Damian nod.

“That will be all then, thank you, Jerry.”

Oddly, despite the way he treatedher, the politeness to his driver didn't seem out of character. Damian was a mass of contradictions—like her emotions at the moment.

Perhaps seeing that bit of manners made her a little braver than she had been a moment ago. As Jerry moved back to the driver's side of the car, ostensibly to take it away to be parked somewhere, Noelle looked up at Damian.

“Master?” She managed to keep her voice soft and inquiring, although it was a struggle to dampen the sarcasm she wanted to infuse it with. “Are you going to share me with everyone I meet?”

Dark eyes studied her, weighed her. Noelle bit her lower lip. Maybe she'd sounded a little sassier than she'd intended.