YES, SHE IS MY PROPERTY

She sighed.

What else can she do? She could feel her hands tremble a little, because of this man she was going to meet and this was way over it, each and beyond.

"Yes, Sir. It's okay by me,' she conceded as she gave a slight bow. Andrew came forward and handed her a pen to put in her signature. Lilith took it and put the paper on the table and gently held the pen and gawked at it, hesitating and then, she signed it.

She just signed the contract and was his date for the week.

She looked up at Aldan as he looked away and faced Andrew, who collected the contract from Lilith and bowed before his master.

Aldan got up, fixing his suit with his gaze falling on Lilith and frowned. "My driver will be picking you up in two days, so better be prepared by then."

"Yes, Mr Aldan. I will be preparing…"

"I don't need any words from you, just be ready in two days and I don't want to hear any sort of excuses from you. If I hear any excuses, I will make you regret it. Be ready by then and don't keep me waiting." With those words, he motioned his bodyguards to follow him and they did and left out of sight.

Madam Lucille sighed out of relief and stomped down on her sofa and relaxed her back. She was glad, she didn't offend the Mafia, sometimes she just can't stand the man, whenever she sees him she was always frightened, felt this dreadful feeling down her spine but one thing she liked about him is that he was a filthy billionaire and the most loaded man she has ever seen in her life, that's why she was putting it up with him anyway and scared of losing her business.

After all, it's all about the money.

Money.

"You better get prepared and see another client."

Lilith sighed and sat down on the Sofa too and took off her heels. "You mean, now."

"Yes, of course. I mean, now,' she muttered. "Who else will I be talking about? In two days, he will ask for you and summon his driver to come to pick you up, so, it's better you go meet with this client now before you become Mr Aldan's date. You know, he will not allow you to have sex with anyone. So, it's better to do it now and earn some money before Mr Aldan.' She said and got up from the Sofa with lots of jewelry in her, dangling and giving a mischievous smile. "Remember, you are still owing me some money, don't forget that,' she uttered and left the place leaving Lilith to almost cry.

She was tired.

Well, she had to do it, if she doesn't do it, who will feed her and take care of her mother and her younger brother, they will all starve.

She got up, preparing to meet the client and do what she has to do or else, where there will be hell to pay.

She got home a bit late from shopping; the light on the answering machine was squinting. She put her packages down and tugged the red button. His voice came through the speaker. She snickered listening to His voice.

"I see you are not home yet from your favorite pastime without me." He said with a chuckle, she knew what he wanted right away. "But, I want you to be ready by 8:00 pm tonight so you may have to hurry, it's already 6:30 right now, isn't it? Which means I want you to dress to kill, look hot and sexy. I will be entertaining tonight and you will be at my side, for whatever I choose." He stated.

She looked at her watch, dammit, it was 7:20, shit, she would have to fly. The message ended with a hum. She already had her shoes off and was shimmying out of her jeans.

Leading the way to the bathroom, she turned the tub water on and checked her make-up in the mirror. Not bad, "I can quickly repair it," she thought to herself.

She stepped naked now, into the hot steaming bath. Quickly drenched herself in the hot water. She loved how it rapidly relaxed her and calmed her. Attaining for her perfumed soap she rubbed the fragrant emulsion on her skin, checking as she did to see if she needed to shave. Her skin was silky smooth all over. She had shaved just this morning. Standing and reaching for her towel she blotted her damp skin. Her lotion in the same scent as her soap perfumed her whole body, followed by a quick spray of cologne. She would sprinkle some perfume herself before he arrives.

She looked through her closet and drawers selecting just the perfect dress He wanted. She hooked her corset taking a deep breath for the last time tonight; shallow breathing for the rest of the evening. Her black and red corset left her breast bare, He inclined toward them this way for his use; she roughed the nipples adjusting the tiny silver rings through them with tiny "A" hanging from them. Her client's markings, which she despised. She quickly fixed her makeup, her lashes were long and black, a tiny bit of black liner reflected in her graceful black eyes. A bit of highlighter for her cheekbones and a pale color on her lips tonight. Intensifying her eyes this time. She slipped on her black skirt. This skirt was slit both up the back and up the front, she had to look closely to see this but the openings were there for his use of her sex, both her pussy and ass at all times. She slipped on her shoes as the doorbell rang. She sprayed her perfume, a heady mix of Sandwood and fresh, all over her body. He was opening the door as she came out of the bedroom. The look on His face told her all she needed to know, He was amused. He beckoned her to Him with a flick of His hand. He kissed her deeply and pinched His nipple rings hard; she lost her breath in His; being in his arms kept her from kneeling or pulling away. He turned her around lifting her skirt, her skin still warm from the bathwater; He could smell the richness of the perfume He had chosen for her on her damp skin. He led her to the couch without a word and he bid her lean over the back. She did so without question, she was his property, for the day after all.

He unclipped the cane from his belt, she listened to the sound of it in the air as it caught her tender skin, and she bit her lip to keep from crying. He struck her several times until He was pleased with His work. Angry welts across her buttocks, some red, some turning purple. He ran His finger over the welts tenderly touching this flesh, which was his for the taking. He pulled her to her feet kissing her again, reaching for her sex feeling the wetness gathering there.

"Almost perfect," he whispered. He took a step backwards and struck her across the tits with the cane, two times leaving her nipples marked with harsh red marks. Her breasts were always tender, He gave her pills to make her produce milk, her tits were full tonight, He had not let her express the milk for twenty-four hours and they were full and leaking a bit. Her chest was yanking, her breast moving up and down, with each breath. He told her to get her jacket so they could leave.

In the car, she removed her jacket, sitting there in the darkened car with her breast bare. She was not uncomfortable this way. He loved displaying her, having done so on many other occasions. Any auto taller than his could see her clearly, her skirt parted, her creamy legs open, even in the dusky evening men stared. If he saw them he would reach between her legs and stroke her till they pulled off, he would laugh at this, and loved the effect.

They reached the club where he would be entertaining. He often rented the back hall there for business. The owners were cooperative and quiet. Closing the hall off from the rest of the building evacuating the key with Him. As they approached the door she could hear voices; some of His friends were already inside. The evening would begin soon. She shivered. He removed her jacket and His topcoat, handing them to the doorman without even looking. She looked around the room quickly without looking into anyone's eyes. This was strictly forbidden. Only a few men, and no women, she seemed to be the only slave. They visited with their friends and visitors. He knew most of the men, but one or two were friends of friends. She had seen several of his friends before. The ones who knew her stroked her breast lightly or the bolder ones reached between her legs, these men had used her before with her owner's permission and blessing. Tonight there were several large influential men whom she had never seen before; they made her shiver inside her skin. She knew how her owner felt about them, he enjoyed her being used harshly by influential men, He would torment her later about it making her beg for him to fuck her again, telling her what a slut and whore she was, to these men. Sometimes He would make her sleep on the floor with a leash and collar on calling her a bitch in heat.

Her Master took her to meet the influencial men. The largest one looked at her breasts smiling, noticing the milk droplets, he asked her Master if he was allowed to touch them. Her Master nodded. He ran his fingers along with the swells of her breast and around the nipples noticing the rings. He looked at her Master, "she accepted these", Master smiled with pride. "Yes, she is my property." With that Master pulled her skirt open, her legs slightly parted so he could see the slavering attached to her, the man smiled boldly. Reached between her legs touching the slavering and stroking her shaven sex. He asked her Master if he could be the first that evening, he nodded His approval. With her Master watching the man roughly grabbed her by the sex pulling her and pawing her. He jammed three fingers in her pussy, she cried out. She looked at her Master, lowering her eyes quickly. The man called to His friends as the others gathered to watch; the evening had started up.