Page 20 of Serving Her Sentence
The door opened, ending her privacy, and her resentment flared as Sean walked in as if he owned the place. Then again, he might. If he and Damian had been foster brothers and he had a share in Damian's company—her mind was obviously trying to go down any tangent but a sexual one. Her body, on the other hand, perked up to his presence.
He looked even better than he had the day before, dressed in dark gray slacks and a forest green button-down shirt with a gray-and-green tie as if he was ready to go to work. Noelle liked seeing a man dressed up, and Sean looked damn good.
She ignored the little pang of disappointment Damian wasn't there as well. She should be grateful for that.
Even if Sean wasn't as nice as he pretended to be.
“Good morning, pretty girl,” he said, grinning at her as he approached the bed. “Time to get up. We have a lot to do today.”
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Sulkily,Noelle shifted uncomfortably on her seat in the back of the limo, trying not to glare at Sean, even though she really wanted to.
An enema and plug werenothow she'd wanted to start her day.Glaring at him seemed like a bad idea, though. While Damian clearly had a thing for her ass, Sean seemed to enjoy it when she was uncomfortable or hurting. Why that turned her on so much was a mystery, but she was determined to get through as much of the day as possible without being punished.
Thankfully, Sean was distracted by something on his phone and wasn’t paying much attention to her. After dressing her like a doll, in a fashion she privately termed ‘slutty secretary chic,’ he’d hustled her out to the car and focused on his phone. At least, she thought he was focusing on his phone until he reached out and slapped her thigh because she was squirming too much and being distracting.
She made herself count to one hundred before shifting positions again. It wasn’therfault that her ass was so sore, inside and out, but she didn’t want to tempt him into further punishment. The tactic seemed to work, and they made it to the office without incident.
It wasn’t until Noelle walked inside, following as meekly as she could behind Sean, she realized exactly how uncomfortable her position was going to be. Everyone knew who she was and what she was there for. Even if they didn’t, it would be obvious by her clothing. They might be designer, but the skirt was too short and tight to be professional, the shirt was low cut enough to show off the lacy edges of the bra she was wearing underneath, and her heels were more suited to a strip club than the office.
Whispers and wide eyes followed her down the hall. Tilting her chin up haughtily, Noelle walked with all the false confidence she could muster, but internally her heart was racing, and her hands turned clammy. She couldn’t ignore the lascivious looks, the superior expressions, the judgment that followed her down the hall. None of it seemed to touch Sean, who didn’t even look up from his phone, but it made her want to turn around and run back out the door.
What followed such a maneuver would hardly be worth it. Even if she could outrun Sean in these heels—yeah fucking right—there was nowhere for her to go that the law would not catch up to her. She would be returned to Damian because he freakingownedher right now.
For some reason, Noelle had thought she wouldn’t garner attention. After all, while it was rare someone chose the path she had, it was not entirely unknown. By law, people weren’t allowed to harass her, which she had equated with having her unique status ignored. Unfortunately, she had been very wrong.
No one called after her. No one said anything aloud. But they looked. They wondered.
What kind of person chose her sentence? What kind of person chose to be sold? Noelle wanted to turn around and yell at them—it’s for a freaking year! One year or ten, what would they choose?
Except… a lot of people chose the longer sentences rather than become some rich person’s sexual plaything. Not just his—not just Damian’s plaything either. He could share her with anyone he pleased and had already shown he would do so. If he ordered her to fuck all of them, no one would defend her. It would be part of her punishment—something she had literally signed up for.
Breathing getting heavier, Noelle was far too aware of her pussy lips beginning to slicken as she walked, rubbing against each other with each step she took. The tight skirt kept her thighs pressed closely together, making it impossible for her to part them even a little. With all the eyes on her, she was becoming more and more aware of her lack of underwear. While Sean had allowed the lacy bra, probably because it could be seen peeking out from beneath her shirt, underwear had not even been an option.
Her ass clenched around the plug, and her nipples rubbed against the front of the shirt. Her chin was no longer high in the air; now it was all she could do not to tuck it against her chest in shame. How many of the people looking at her as she passed might she have to fuck? How many of them were hoping to?
By the time they reached Damian’s office, Sean had opened the door for her in a gentlemanly manner that felt almost mocking, and Noelle was shamefully aroused.
To her surprise, Damian wasn’t the only person there. Two women and a man stood in front of his desk, looking up with interest as she entered. Damian barely glanced at her, but the others whipped their gazes up and down her body as she almost ground to a halt before Sean’s hand came slapping down on her ass.
“Keep moving, pretty girl.”
Face blazing red, ass cheek burning from the sting, Noelle ducked her head and hurried several steps into the room.
“Come here, slave,” Damian said, scooting his chair back a foot and waving his hand almost absentmindedly at her. His focus was still on the workers standing before him. “Keep going, Brian.”
Brian talked about a promotion they were running while Noelle approached Damian. She wasn’t able to look at the others, not after Damian had called her ‘slave’ in front of them. Yes, they all knew what she was, but when he said it out loud, it became so much more real—impossible to ignore or pretend she was a regular worker, just dressed a little differently from everyone else.
To Brian’s credit, his voice only stumbled a little when Damian took Noelle’s hand and used it to pull her down to her knees in front of him. Turning slightly in his chair, he opened his legs and maneuvered her between them, half under the desk, one hand on the back of her neck, the other opening the front of his pants.
He wasn’t even hard yet.
This was nothing more than a show of power. Of ownership. Like when he’d fucked her ass immediately after purchasing her services, to demonstrate what she had to look forward to. This was a similar demonstration—not just for her but for his employees. They were expected to keep doing what they were doing. No matter what Damian was doing toher, they were to keep working and pretend nothing unusual was happening.
Not even when they were giving him a presentation, and he took the time to shove his cock down her throat. Noelle sucked, bobbing her head up and down, half afraid if he wasn’t satisfied, he would punish her for a weak effort. Hell, she was afraid he would punish her regardless as part of his demonstration.
So, she did her best to shut her ears to Brian’s slightly stammered speech, focusing on Damian’s cock as though it was the center of her world. If she was punished, it wasn’t going to be because she hadn’t tried, but because Damian wanted to.