Bought by Tara Crescent

pays as well as you do.”
    As I waited for her, my lips curved into a smile as a wicked thought struck me. I didn’t think she had a weapon on her, but there was only one way to find out for sure.
    ***
    Ellie / Jenny:
    Another of Madame Lorraine’s staff was waiting for me outside the washroom to take me to Alexander. I followed quietly, my eyes distant.
    With each step I took, I forced Ellie to recede. With each step, I embraced Jenny. When I got to the room, I smiled a genuine smile at Alexander and when I spoke, my voice was warm. “Sorry I took so long.”
    His lips twitched. “You took about as long as I expected,” he replied easily. “It’s one of the things about women that we men just don’t understand.” He gestured to my cheap, yet obviously new suitcase. “Is this all you have for three months?”
    I nodded, and he shook his head. “We’ll have to fix that,” he said mildly. “Now, change into something a bit more suitable for walking around and we’ll go grab dinner.”
    “Should I change here?”
    His eyes slowly surveyed my body. They started at the top of my head, slowly wandered down to my face, with my rouge-stained cheeks, my fire-engine red lips, and my soot-darkened eyelashes, then down to the black, translucent robe that revealed more of my body than it hid. His gaze took in the swell of my breasts, before sliding lower in a heated scan that traveled to my waist before sliding out again to my hips. His eyes lingered on my mound, which had been waxed clean by the handlers. I was completely naked under the robe and I could feel the air caress my pussy. I was completely aroused by the time he was done with his inspection, though my heart was beating as loud as a drum.
    “Yes, Jenny. Change here.”
    ***
    To my slight surprise, my suitcase hadn’t been opened. I bent and unzipped the cover, surveying the cheap clothes that were its contents. Next to Alexander’s expensive suit, I had nothing suitable to wear.
    I shrugged. This was what I owned and it had never been a problem until now. I rummaged through my clothing, feeling his eyes on me.
    “I don’t own anything fancy,” I said defensively.
    He shook his head. “Nothing fancy required,” he reassured me.
    I was so jumpy around him. Two years back, all I had felt was hot anticipation and fierce lust. But even putting aside Alexander’s connections with Dylan, there was so much I didn’t know. I had no idea what he wanted from me, how he expected me to behave.
    “You look stressed,” he commented.
    “I don’t know how to behave around you. My previous master was much more rigid.”
    He eyed me. “I’m not a big believer in protocol outside of a session.” He stalked closer and I fought my urge to flee. “Tell me, Jenny. Are you attracted to me?”
    My nipples were like two firm, tight pencil erasers. My pussy was swollen with need. “Yes.”
    He smiled. He looked like a predator and I was his prey. “And,” he said, taking my right hand and resting it on his erection, “I am attracted to you. Is there much that needs said beyond that?”
    “Please tell me the rules Alexander, so I may please you.”
    His lips thinned and I was suddenly afraid I’d revealed too much. But whatever he thought of my statement, he didn’t tell me. He simply shook his head. “Get dressed.”
    I pulled out a simple pink t-shirt, one that Lucien had bought me four years ago in Lagos. I’d been too afraid to go to a mall with him and I’d stayed huddled in my room while he’d muttered a curse and gone shopping for me. Along with the t-shirt, I pulled out a grey soft cotton pleated skirt that I’d bought on Khao San Road, the same time as I had bought the cheap satchel that was my purse.
    The t-shirt was too transparent to be worn without a bra. I groped for underwear, keeping a careful eye on Alexander’s expression. Dylan would have beaten me raw for denying him access to my body, but Alexander didn’t say anything.
    “Delaying,