Page 15 of Serving Her Sentence

Especially because it wasallbutt stuff—not a single regular vibrator to be seen. Noelle made a face and closed it.

Nope, definitely not thinking about that right now.

Instead, she sank into the luxurious bathtub with rose-scented bubbles, washed all over, and relaxed her sore muscles and other parts of her body. It was heavenly. So, there were definitely going to be some compensations for whatever Damian and Sean put her through—more than just her freedom and the money at the end.

Sighing, Noelle stared at the ceiling. Why had she started skimming all that money? Why hadn’t she stopped while she was ahead? Now that she was so far removed from the situation, she couldn't help but kick herself for her own stupidity. She'd kept going long after she should have stopped.

“Was it worth it, dummy?” she asked, wincing as she shifted on her sore butt. The part of her enjoying the bubble bath said yes. Her sore pussy and bottom... well, she didn't really want to think too hard about what they were saying.

* * *

There wasno clothing in her closet, just high heels and short silky or see-through robes.

More than a little irked, Noelle hadn't left her room until exactly one minute after five-thirty. Not on purpose... exactly. She just hadn't been able to get her makeup exactly right, and Sean had made it clear she was supposed to pretty herself up for dinner, so she'd just been following orders. It wasn’t a rebellion, she hadn’t had enough time to do everything she’d been told to do.

But the twisting inside her stomach said differently. A little voice whispering in the back of her head—you’re playing with fire.

Still, it hadn't seemed likethatbig deal until she was descending the stairs toward a scowling Sean, his arms crossed over his chest in a foreboding manner. The genial side he'd displayed earlier was nowhere in sight. Even the black high heels and silky black robe, which barely covered her ass, didn't move him, and Noelle grew more and more nervous as she approached.

“You're late,” he said, glowering down at her. Even in her heels, he topped her by almost a full head.

“Only by a few minutes.” She glanced around, but there wasn't a clock. Still, it couldn't be more than five minutes past when he'd told her to be there.

Sean uncrossed his arms, checking the watch on his left wrist as he did so.

“Six minutes late. Remember that later. Now, come on. We're going to have to hurry through the tour. You definitely don't want to be late for dinner.”

With that ominous start, Noelle was more than a little distracted as Sean took her through the house.

If it had looked big on the outside, it seemed even larger on the inside. Every room was beautifully decorated, impeccably furnished. To her surprise, there was nothing to indicate what a dark pervert the owner of the house was. Somehow, she'd expected... something. It all seemed so normal. Very posh, very expensive, but there was no sign of anything else, like a cabinet full of anal plugs.

There were also quite a few staff about. Sean didn't actually take her into their wing, although he pointed it out. She wasn't one of them. Most of them didn't quite seem to know what to make of her. Several of the men and one of the women leered at her legs. The chef, a stunning, dark-haired beauty named Delia, looked down her nose at Noelle as if Noelle was something dirty, but she didn't say anything unpleasant.

At least, not with Sean there.

Delia's assistant, Roy, was a young man in his twenties with a shock of red hair and had the opposite reaction of his boss. He looked excited by Noelle's presence—in more ways than one. Noelle had a moment of anxiety that Sean was about to offer up her mouth for practice, the way Damian had to the driver earlier, but to her relief, he didn't. She honestly didn't know how she would have reacted.

Saying no to Damian seemed impossible. Saying no to Sean? Still, probably a bad idea, but somehow, thinking about it didn't fill her with the same sense of dread. Maybe because he hadn't been the one to actually buy her? Maybe because the two men had made it clear from the beginning, Damian was her Master? Or maybe because, despite being taller and bigger than Damian, Sean just didn't have the same aura of assumed power hanging around him.

Damian was just more dominant than Sean.

That by no means made Sean less dangerous. Noelle hadn't forgotten how he'd toyed with her in the car. Part of her still wondered exactly what would have happened if she hadn't managed to make him come.

The dining room was the last room he showed her, and Damian was already sitting there waiting. As they entered, he looked up, then tapped the screen in front of him before setting the tablet aside.

Noelle couldn't help but notice there were only two place settings and wonder what that meant. Like before, he seemed to know her thoughts.

“Come here, slave,” he said, scooting his chair back and patting his lap. Apparently, she was going to eat dinner there. Trepidation rose as she walked toward him, any relaxation from the bubble bath earlier now completely undone. “Without the robe.”

Silently, Noelle slipped off the robe, leaving her completely naked except for her heels. She was glad she'd left her hair down, but as soon as she sat down, Damian brushed it back over her shoulders, baring her breasts. His arm curved around her body, coming up to cup her breast and toying with it casually as he looked over at Sean, who was sitting down at the other place setting on Damian's right.

“Did she give you any trouble?” he asked, and Noelle couldn't help but tense. She hadn't, except for...

“She was six minutes late.” Sean's voice was heavy with disapproval.

Noelle let out a pained squeak as Damian pinched her nipple hard. She clenched her hands in her lap to keep from reaching up and to pull his fingers away from the throbbing bud.

“Naughty girl,” he said, and the mild tone made her more anxious than if he'd sounded disapproving. The pinch tightened, making her squirm, her breathing coming harder and faster, but she didn't make a move to stop him. She'd definitely learned her lesson about that after the auction. “We'll deal with that later.”