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“I don’t know,” Noelle replied honestly. She hadn’t thought about it. Perhaps she should have been planning, but she hadn’t wanted to think about it as the time on her sentence ran out. When she hadn’t been working, she’d been her master’s good little slut. On her days off, she’d often been pampered, watched movies, or done anything but think about the future. The present had been all she’d focused on.

Now that present was gone, she was at a bit of a loss. She didn’t even have her job at her master’s company anymore, though it shouldn’t be hard to get a new one. Under his tutelage, she had come out a much better employee than she was going into her sentence.

“I want you to keep seeing me,” Dr. Joyce said seriously. “Twice a week. I’ll help you with the changeover. It can be a lot to take in all at once, but you can take your time. Okay?”

“Okay. Thank you.” Noelle smiled because she knew that was what was expected. Dr. Joyce was still looking at her with concern, but Noelle didn’t know what to do about that. Maybe if she asked the doctor for the numbing cream for her welts or asked to have her nipple rings removed… but she didn’t want to do either of those things.

It was a very good thing Dr. Joyce didn’t know about the plug still in her ass.

Epilogue

6 Months Later

This was a bad idea.

Dr. Joyce would be very disappointed in her.

Noelle had walked by Master’s—Damian’s—office building for the first time a few weeks ago, just to prove to herself she could. She stood outside, staring at the front door, but hadn’t walked in. Then she had gone home, shoved a plug in her ass, tugged on the rings on her nipples, and masturbated to a furious orgasm with a huge black dildo that had a startling resemblance to Sir’s—Sean’s—cock. After, she’d cried herself to sleep with the plug and cock still embedded inside her.

She had never admitted to Dr. Joyce she’d kept the plug her Mast…Damianhad left in her ass from her last night or buying the dildo. She certainly hadn’t admitted her recent masturbation sessions. The doctor was already concerned about any number of things, from Noelle’s inability to stop thinking of Damian as her Master to her complete disinterest in dating.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t tried, but it always felt wrong. She couldn’t relax and enjoy herself, and none of the men interested her at all. There didn’t seem to be much point when kissing them made every cell of her body rebel. The one time she’d tried to have sex, her date had been shocked by her nipple rings, but even then, he hadn’t done anything interesting. It had been boring. Bland. She’d faked her orgasm and declined another date.

Go home, Noelle.

One year.

A year she had agreed to so she could get backtoher life.

How much could one year really change a person?

But it had. Oh, it had.

Nothing felt right anymore. The few friends who got back in touch didn’t seem to understand her anymore. They sensed the changes in her but didn’t know how to deal with her, and she couldn’t relate to them. A few of them had seemed more interested in hearing about her year as a sex slave than inher. They had been the first ‘friends’ she’d dropped, but it didn’t take more than a few months for all of her relationships to slowly peter out.

Work didn’t engage her. People didn’t interest her. With all the money she had, she could do anything she wanted—she could travel, she could be a wastrel, she could buy a small island if she chose. None of it appealed.

It was all their fault. Her Master’s. Damian’s. And Sir’s. Sean’s. They had broken open something inside her, pulled out her deepest, darkest desires to wallow in, and like Humpty Dumpty, she couldn’t be put back together again. Dr. Joyce was trying, but the cracks ran deep…

And Noelle wasn’t even sure she wanted to be pieced back together.

She dreamed about them at night.

Craved the pain. The pleasure.

Noelle opened the door, then started. She hadn’t even realized she was moving toward the building. But what could it hurt? She would go in, be thrown out, then maybe she could move on with her life. Perhaps what she was really missing was closure. After all, neither man had said goodbye.

Dressed in yoga pants and a plain black shirt, she stood out as jarringly as she had in her slutty business clothes. Familiar faces passed by, a few of them smirking before quickly clearing their expression. Harassing her would only getthemin trouble with the law. Her sentence was over now, and they weren’t to remind her of it, even though they knew.

Looking up from the main desk, Samantha, one of the secretaries, smiled. “Miss White, welcome back. Go on up.”

Noelle stared at her for a long moment.

“Go… up?”

“Yes.” Samantha’s expression grew concerned. “Are you all right?”

“Am… am I expected?” Noelle’s tongue felt thick in her mouth. This wasn’t going at all the way she thought it would. Why wasn’t security being called? Why was she being welcomed instead of thrown out? Samantha glanced at Marcus, who was manning the front desk with her, but he just shrugged, as nonplussed by Noelle’s reaction as Samantha was.