Page 7 of Serving Her Sentence

“Yes,” Noelle said, finally managing to tear her gaze away from the intimidating man and dropping her eyes. Now that she was no longer trapped by his hypnotic look, she was acutely uncomfortable. Especially because she was still aroused. She shifted, her hand coming up to grip the opposite arm as she tried to cover herself without making it look like she was actually covering herself. “Um... where...”

“Right here,” Mr. Alver said, his voice low but clear, the rumbling quality rolling through her body and making her shiver. “I don’t care about being watched and it’s something you should get used to. There's already a ready-made audience. Everyone who lost the bidding can still enjoy you this way.”

She flashed hot and cold, hugging herself with both arms as her thighs pressed together—unsure if she was doing so because she was ashamed and maybe a little frightened by his coldly impersonal voice and the casual way he was talking about fucking her in front of everyone who had bid on her... or because it aroused her.

Nurse Stacey turned and walked away, her brisk steps taking her quickly back through the door and leaving Noelle completely alone with the man who had just purchased her sexual services for a year. Mr. Alver stepped forward, toward Noelle, and she felt trepidation, fear, and arousal mixing inside her as though she was a science experiment gone wrong. Any moment now, she'd bubble over—she couldn't possibly contain her conflicting emotions for a sustained period.

“Um, what would you like me to do?” she asked, trying not to cower as he moved closer and circled her, inspecting her. It was a lame attempt to try to take some control of the situation. She shrieked when his hand snapped out, slapping her breast right on her nipple and making the whole mound ache and sting.

“You don't need to do anything except what I tell you. Right now, just stand quietly and let me look over my new purchase.”

Noelle froze, trying to hold as still as possible, not wanting to draw his ire again. Her right breast throbbed, the nipple feeling twice as swollen as the other after the slap. Being called a purchase, she should be infuriated, but instead, she felt her pussy throb. Because of the demeaning comment? Because of the way her breast and nipple stung? Or because of how he'd immediately and definitively denied her any control over both the situation and her body?

“From now on, you will call me Master when you speak,” he added, almost as an afterthought, cocking his head as he inspected the breast he'd just slapped. “Put your arms down. In fact, put them behind your back and grip your elbows.”

Slowly, she moved her arms, a shiver going down her spine as she followed his command. The position thrust her breasts out as if begging for more slaps like the one he'd delivered. Noelle bit her lower lip against a whimper, pressing her lips tightly together. Eyeing her mouth, her new master reached up to cup her chin, running his thumb over the seam of her lips.

“Don't hold back any sounds from me,” he said sternly but almost gently, his tone entirely at odds with his next words. “If I can't hear you, how will I know I'm hurting you enough?”

Noelle whimpered in fear and sexual heat as her body responded to his sadistic dominance—the way he was fucking with her head along with the combination of his harsh words and the gentle touch of his hand on her chin, the caress of his thumb over her lower lip. She stared up at him, utterly confused, completely caught in his web.

Dropping his gaze to her breasts, his hand followed his eyes, and Noelle shuddered, her back arching as he palmed both soft mounds. She closed her own eyes, even more disturbed by his touch than the auctioneer's. The auctioneer had been impersonal for the most part, although he'd obviously enjoyed his job. This... there was nothing impersonal about the way her new master was touching her.

His hands closed down around her flesh cruelly, making her wince and cry out as her eyes flew open. His dark gaze studied every nuance of her expression as he hurt her. She tried to pull away, and his grip tightened, making her cry out, then freeze in place as she realized movement on her part was only going to increase the pain. For a long moment, they stared at each other, and she felt like a mouse in the grip of a cat—not a hungry one, but a much larger beast intent on playing with her.

The strong fingers slid down her breasts to her nipples, pinching and flattening the little buds, making Noelle's breath hiss between her teeth. Tears sparked in her eyes, stinging them, but not nearly as much as the pinch of his fingers were stinging her tender nipples. It felt as though her heart was pounding in her chest, the throbbing of her breasts happening in time with her heartbeat and the clenching of her pussy.

Master viciously twisted her nipples in opposite directions, and she cried out, forgetting herself enough to let go of her arms and try to grasp at his hands to stop him.

“Please!”

“Bad girl,” he growled, pinching and twisting harder. She shrieked, going up on her toes, her head falling back as she squirmed, trying to remove the painful pressure. Her hands grasped his wrists, trying to use them to keep her balance as the jagged spikes of pain stabbed through her breasts. “Hands back where they belong.”

Crying now, much more than she had during her spanking, the tears rolled down her cheeks and probably ruining the careful application of her makeup. Noelle forced herself to put her hands back in position, understanding her nipples would receive no relief until she did. Whimpering nonstop, she stayed on her toes, pleading with her eyes for him to release her.

When he finally did, she dropped down to stand fully on her feet, her legs trembling as her poor nipples throbbed, stinging even more now than they had initially for some reason. Tears dripped from her cheeks to her chest, wetting the sore mounds, glistening on her creamy skin, which was a stark contrast to her nipples, which were now cherry red.

“On your knees, bad girl,” he said, his hands already moving to his belt buckle, where Noelle could see his erection pressing against the front of his pants, creating an impressive bulge.

Her nipples were on fire, but she didn't think twice before lowering herself to her knees, her hands swinging free for just a moment when she almost lost her balance. Fortunately, he didn't seem to care since she quickly put them behind her back again, kneeling in front of him. The plug shifted inside, and she realized she'd almost forgotten its presence.

Her entire body was a mass of confused sensations.

Holding his cock in his hand, he fisted it, and Noelle felt an answering quiver in her pussy. The thick, blunt length stood out from his body, a dark reddish pink, and was definitely close to being one of the biggest cocks she'd ever seen—if not the biggest. Noelle gulped.

“Open up, little slave,” he said darkly, his eyes practically glowing as he loomed over her. “I want to fuck that pretty mouth.”

Anxiety blended with her arousal as she parted her lips—her trepidation more than justified. He hadn't said 'fuck that pretty mouth' as a euphemismfor sucking his cock. He meant he wanted tofuckher mouth. When her lips parted, he pushed in, his hands sliding into her hair to curve his fingers over the back of her head, and he thrust.

Hard.

Deep

Noelle choked, almost moving her hands from their position behind her back...

He pulled out halfway.

Shoved in again, mercilessly, thrusting and fucking her face without waiting for her to suck or tongue him, without letting her have any control.