“Because this is the time I want you here.” I pull my hands out of my pockets and cross my arms over my jacket.
A small smile plays at the edges of her lips. “That’s all?”
No.I don’t want anyone to see her, touch her, or claim her. She has so much interest from the website that all the other employees want a piece of her fame. They want to be involved in her next videos, and I . . . I can’t allow it. I haven’t had time to wrap my head around the fact that she’ll be fucking other men.
Instead of saying all that, I just raise my eyebrows at her, daring her to question me further. She may have a grip on me, but I can’t let her see it.
Thankfully, she listens to my expression. She breathes through her nose as she glances around. “So where do all your, um … employees stay? Not here, obviously.”
“We have a group home that a few stay at.” And a few other places for those who are forced into this, those who don’t sell at auctions. Lock and key, minimal basics when we let them out to record. When we record, some of the men and women obey the rules and play along with the hopes that we will still take care of their poverty-stricken families back home, but there are a few who fight it. It gets recorded anyway because that kind of thing has a market. A dark-web market, but a market nonetheless.
I’m not going to tell her any of that though. Not many know about that side of the business. Only a select few, and if I get any inkling that they’re about to break, their body belongs to Andre.
The way she nibbles on her bottom lip makes my cock twitch. “So, what am I here for then?”
“I thought you’d like to see the other rooms and answer any questions you have. In person.” I say the last little bit to let her know that I don’t like texting.
She cringes a little as she gets the hint. “Sorry about that.” With a glance at the ceiling, she asks, “Are all the rooms the ones upstairs?”
I tip my head toward the hall she entered in, indicating for her to head that way, and when she does, I follow her. “Yes,” I answer.
As she climbs the stairs, I get a good look at the round, plump ass that moves with every step she takes. My fingers twitch at my sides to touch it, just to see if it’s as soft as it looks in that tight dress.
She reaches the top and surveys the two rooms she didn’t enter the other day. The one to her right catches her attention, and she studies it for a moment. “Why is that handle red?”
I step up on the landing with her, our bodies so close that I can feel the warmth coming off of her, and god damn if it doesn’t do something for me. Strip her down. Slide my hands up that warm body. Cup those heavy breasts and taste a nipple.
She looks at me when I don’t answer, too lost in my head. I blink a few times to clear my mind and look at the door with her. “That’s the red room.”
Her brows furrow, and she rubs the back of her arm with her other hand. “I ah - Do I get a say in what room I’m involved in?”
She must know exactly what’s in there – whips and chains and ropes. She’s wearing her displeased thoughts on her face.
“To an extent.”
She swallows thickly and turns to the other room, the one that was occupied the other night. “And that room?”
“The blue room.”
She cracks a grin. “And I’m assuming the room I was in the other night is the purple room?”
I nod even though she’s not looking at me.
Taking a few tentative steps forward, she places her hand on the blue room’s door knob. She pauses for a second, and I wait patiently where she left me because I want to take in every expression that crosses her face when she opens that door.
With a switch of her wrist, the door opens, and she flicks on the lights right inside the door. Her eyes widen, and her shoulders droop. I don’t know what she thought she’d see in there, but it had taken her by surprise.
She steps in, and I give her a moment to fully take in what that room offers before following her inside.
The room’s walls are painted a dark blue, a chandelier lighting up the space. There’s a four-poster bed, and along the corners of a white comforter are black cuffs waiting to be used. A camera is left pointed at the bed, but to its left is a swinging chair meant for the girl to sit and the guy to swing it, impaling herself on his cock.
Immediately to the right of the room’s entrance is a black, padded table. I’ve seen all kinds of things happen on that table, all sorts of different angles. It’s personally my favorite for watching, but I’ve never used it myself.
When she’s done taking it all in, she turns to me, and that innocent look in her eyes makes me weak in the knees. I want that look for me and me alone. Fuck all the money it’d make. It’s fucking mine.
“How does this work? Do you already know who I’ll be having sex with?”
I can’t help but answer the way I do. My mind controls the moment when I say, “Me.”
