Page 14 of Serving Her Sentence

“I haven't decided yet,” he said finally, then turned walked toward the front door of the house. “Come.”

Noelle was starting to feel very much like a dog or pet.Come. Sit. Stay.

Suck.

She shivered as she followed him, trying not to dwell too much on his non-answer. Behind her, she could hear Sean following.

The foyer was grand, encompassing all three stories with a ceiling that seemed to stretch on forever. Above them, a crystal chandelierhung down, sparkling with light. Staircases were in front of them, on the left and right side of the foyer, meeting in the center to give access to the second floor. The beige stone floor was covered with a lush red carpet, wooden banistersdecorated the stairs, and gold accents glinted from all the furniture. It was like something out of a movie.

“You'll get a tour later this evening,” Damian told her, and she realized he'd turned to observe her reaction. Although his expression hadn't changed much, she got the impression he was pleased by whatever he saw. “For now, Sean will take you to your room.”

That said, he turned and walked down the hall to the right, apparently dismissing her from his thoughts. That stung a little.

Noelle scowled, more at herself than him. She was hispropertyfor a year—not his girlfriend, not his lover, not even his mistress. Why her feelings were engaged enough to be hurt was more than a little disturbing. Or maybe it was just a general feeling of wanting to be acknowledged as a human being. Yes, that must be it. Reassuring herself that was totally normal, she turned to look at Sean.

“All right, pretty girl, I'll show you where you'll be staying,” he said, gesturing for her to precede him up the stairs on the left.

Noelle got the impression he was enjoying staring at her ass as she walked ahead of him.

* * *

Her room wasn't a room,it was a suite, bigger than her apartment. Well, where she had lived before she'd been arrested. There was a sitting room decorated in soothing pale blue and lavender, a pink-and-cream bedroom, and a bathroom with gray tile and white fixtures and towels. Since her apartment at home had also had a kitchen, the rooms in the suite were huge, the amenities all far nicer than anything she'd ever had at home.

“Any questions?” Sean leaned against the doorway, his muscular form practically filling it.

“Who are you?” The words were out before she could think about them. She didn’t understand why Damian had immediately shared her with Sean, or why she was supposed to call him Sir. Oops. “Sir?”

A grin flashed across Sean’s face.

“Good recovery, pretty girl. I’m the COO of Damian’s company. We also grew up together, I was his foster brother.” He winked. “We share just about everything.”

Heat flushed through her, though it was impossible to tell if it was embarrassment or arousal.

“Anything else?”

“No, Sir.” Looking down at her feet, the answer came out as a whisper. Noelle didn’t even know what to ask. There were too many unknowns. She also wasn’t sure she’d like the answers.

“Okay, well that’s the door to your bathroom.” Looking up, she followed where Sean’s finger was pointing. “And that one goes to Damian’s room. Can you find your way back to the foyer?”

“Yes, Sir.” It was straight down the hall to the stairs, it would be extremely difficult to get lost on such a short trip.

“Good. Meet me there at five thirty. Feel free to take out your plug while you’re in here.” With that, Sean flashed her another quick smile and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Waiting a tense five seconds, Noelle held out a hand to try the door, then thought better of it. It wouldn't be locked since she had to make her way back downstairs anyway. Curiosity pushed her to try the door to Damian’s room. That onewaslocked.

The next thing she did was look for the cameras. There were a couple obvious ones in the corners of each room, but she didn't believe they were the only ones.

The law guaranteed her one full day’s rest a week and a room that was exclusively hers as a retreat. It did not grant her any privacy during that time or while she was in her room—just a surcease from her 'duties,' which she had right now. Sean had told her to be back down in the foyer at five-thirty, so he could take her on a tour before dinner. She had two hours.

Going straight to the bathroom, Noelle removed the plug with a sigh of relief. Sean had told her she could, which rankled. Noelle didn't like the idea that she wasn't allowed to, yet knew if he hadn't told her that she could, she would have hesitated, especially after experiencing Damian's idea of punishment.

Thinking about that made her pussy tingle, so she pushed the memories to the back of her mind and concentrated on the present.

Presently, she wanted a bubble bath.

While it filled, she looked in all the cabinets—and kind of wished she hadn't. There was an entire one filled with anal plugs. Bigger than the one she'd removed and put into the sterilizer which Sean had pointed out to her when he'd showed her how to use all the features of the bathroom. Noelle had been relieved she wouldn't have to wash the thing herself; the sterilizer would take care of everything.

Of course, it also reminded her it was in here because she was likely to have a lot of insertable toys that would need to be taken care of over the next year. The butt stuff cabinet only drove home that point.