Anna could feel her heart pounding as she knelt, the centrepiece of the room, head respectfully tilted down. Whenever she thought she could get away with it, her eyes flicked between the two men talking to one another, comfortably seated in armchairs at either end of the coffee table. She was cold, but she wasn't sure the tingling of her skin was from that or from fear.
They talked about the news of the day, the weather, books they'd read lately. They exchanged some light gossip disguised as asking after mutual acquaintances and business partners. Once Mark caught her looking, and an almost imperceptible lift of his eyebrow sent her gaze immediately back to the floor.
She kept her eyes down for a good while after that, then looked to the buyer. He didn't look cruel. He was well dressed but a little uncomfortable. Mark's easy chatter slowly disarmed the buyer, though it could also have been the whiskey he'd offered at the start, and Anna could hear the excitement growing in the buyer's voice as the conversation wandered.
They discussed terms. The duration was to be one month. The price had been set at auction. There were, of course, no limits or rights reserved to Anna. And it was understood that she would serve the buyer as enthusiastically and skillfully as she did Mark. She had agreed to it, even asked for it. He always knew how to persuade her.
**
"Anna!"
Anna drew a breath and ran a cloth over the counters, blinking as his voice drifted downstairs.
Kitchen clean. Stuff for tomorrow laid out. Right. Good. Next.
She folded the towel quickly and hung it up and called back "I'm on my way, Sir!" as she scurried upstairs to her beloved Master.
She couldn't help smiling when she got to the bedroom and saw him there, waiting for her under the duvet. He looked stern for a moment, but couldn't resist her smile. "He's not going to play with himself," he commented, eyes softening as she turned off the light and slipped into the bed next to him. As she fitted her body to his, lying alongside him, her hand snaked down and wrapped around his already hard cock, squeezing gently. "Good girl," he murmured.
"This is always my favourite part of the night," she said softly, her lips close to his ear, mind racing already with what sweet nothings she would drip into his mind tonight. "All this time and I still can't get enough of your cock."
He let out a long breath, relaxing. "You say all the best things," he said softly, closing his eyes for a moment, then collecting himself and looking at her, shifting a little. "There's one thing I needed to mention to you, though..." He paused, noting that she didn't change her grip on his cock, never slowed, never resisted, never held back. Just the way he liked her. "I've been asked to consult with our Hong Kong office for a few weeks..."
Her grip tightened on his cock and he felt a surge through his body as his cock swelled in response, making it difficult to continue thinking straight. "That's fantastic!" she said. "When you're as awesome as you are...the rest of the company can't help but take notice." She tweaked her wrist a little, changing the spiral of her hand over his cock, and he closed his eyes for a moment.
"I'm going to have to travel there, my delicious girl. And I can't bring you with me."
She slowed the pace a little, listening. "I'll keep the house, that's not a problem..."
