Chapter 9 Heather's POV

The cold water cascaded down my body, washing away the remnants of sleep and leaving a chilling sensation on my skin. I kept my eyes closed, letting the sound of water splashing against the tiles drown out the persistent headache that throbbed at my temples.

As I reached for the soap, the door creaked open behind me. My heart beat paused for a while.  I could feel his domineering presence hovering around me..

“What the hell?” I spun around, clutching my arms to cover my chest. My eyes met Darren’s, who stood in the doorway like he owned the world—or at least, this room.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” he drawled, his lips curling into an annoying smork.

His dark eyes roamed over me shamelessly, sending darts of embarrassment down my spine.

“After all, I paid good money for this view.”

“Leave! can't I get some privacy?!” I snapped, my voice shaking with a mix of anger and shame. I knew I signed up for these and I hated Carol for giving me no option.

I grabbed for the towel hanging nearby and clutched it tightly around myself.

Darren’s laugh echoed in the small bathroom and he shook his head.

“You still don’t get it, do you?” he said, taking a step closer.

“I don’t need your permission, Heather. I own you. Fifty million dollars, remember? You’re mine. You don't need to be reminded that you are my sex toy, do you?”

His words hit me like a million punch in my gutt. I was nothing but his sex toy. His sex slave, he owned my body. I got uncomfortable watching his eyes rest on my boobs, a naughty smile on his lips.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his tone sharp, leaving no room for argument.

I hesistated for a while before I lifted my eyes to his. My stomach churned with hatred and disgust as I stared at his face.

“Drop,” he commanded.

I clenched my jaw, pretending like I didn't hear him.

“Drop the damn towel!” he bellowed, his hand tightening into a first. He was visibly irritated by my reluctance in doing his will.

“What?” My grip on the towel tightened, my knuckles turning white.

“You heard me.” His voice was laced with impatience now.

“I paid for every inch of you, Heather. You don’t get to hide from me.”

I froze, my mind racing with different thoughts. Part of me wanted to scream at him, to tell him he had no right—but the other part, the one that remembered Carol’s endless lessons on submission. I knew damn well resistance would worsen the situation.

Swallowing the little shame left in me which tasted like bile, I lowered my gaze to the floor and let the towel slip from my fingers. It pooled at my feet, leaving me exposed under his penetrating stare.

Darren’s eyes swept over me slowly, taking in every detail with an intensity that made my skin crawl. His lips twitched into a satisfied smirk.

“Now, that’s more like it.”

I clenched my fists at my sides, humiliation and shame coursing through my veins. My entire body screamed for me to run, to cover myself, to do anything but stand there under his arrogant gaze. But I stayed still, rooted at a spot.

“Remember this, Heather,” Darren said, his voice low like he was about to devour a prey, as he closed the distance between us.

“You don’t get to defy me. Ever. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be for you.”

I swallowed hard, my nails digging into my palms.

“Can I get dressed now?” I asked quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Darren chuckled, clearly pleased with my submission. “Not yet,” he said, stepping back. “But you can start by remembering your place.”

I hated him. I hated the power he had over me, the way he could strip me of my dignity with just a few words. But more than that, I hated myself for letting him.

“Now, walk to me,” he ordered, his eyes darkening.

I took a deep breath, fighting hard to steady my breath as I walked towards him, my eyes locking with him.

My feet tapped on he cold marble floor as I closed the distance. I dared not look away from him, Carol had taught me that.

I fought hard to keep my movement steady but I staggered, overwhelmed with fear. I found it hard to believe that the man who wanted me dead craved my body.

The highest bidder.

I walked close to me and he raised his fingers tilting my chin up.

He held my hand, his grip tightening around my wrist as he dragged it to his zipper. He was hard, I could feel his dick and he didn't stop rubbing it with my hand.

“I’m bored,” he muttered, sitting on a stool.

My gaze shifted to the floor and i rolled my eyes, anger clawing in my heart.

“And?” I asked, my voice barely audible.

“Satisfy me,” he whispered,his voice low.

“How?” I asked, my eyes still fixed on the floor as if it held my interest.

“Finger yourself, I'd love to watch you moan,” he whispered, leaning against the wall.

I froze, averting my gaze to him. He still had that smug on his face which made my stomach twist.

“I don't want to ask twice!” he growled, annoyed by my hesistation.

I bit my lips in anger, slowly spreading my legs so that he could feed his gaze and pathetic mind. I rubbed my red pussy, thudding my head as i moaned, electrical pulses shooting down my spine.

“Fuck!” I moaned, shutting my eyes, my middle finger warm as i explored my inner body. My nipples were hardened and he leaned close, playfully biting it with his teeth.

“You don't stop till I tell you to,” he whispered into my ears, biting my ear lobe.

I rubbed in circles violently on the surface, my legs hanging in mid air.

“Good girl,” he drawled,his lips folding into a thin line.

I could feel warm liquids, race to my cervix and just as I was about cumming, his voice sliced through the air.

“Stop!” he ordered, his tone flat, leaving no room for argument.

I stopped immediately, trying to steady my uneven breaths.

“I'm not enjoying this,” he said,his brow furrowing. “Perhaps we can add a little bit of fun to it?” he drawled, raising his brow.

What other fun? I was  already exhausted and he looked like he had something cooking in his mind.

He stared hard at me, as if he was lost in thoughts. After a while, a cringe smile crawled across his lips and he ordered,

“Dress up.”

A wave of relief hit me, my lips parting as a sigh escaped through it. Finally, I was free. I was glad that he had come to his senses and set me free.

I stood on my feet, grabbing my panties, my face drawn. I had a mixed feeling about this. He looked like he was cooking something up in his mind.

I hate to admit it, but he looked like he wasn't done with me…yet. The way he smiled at me and relaxed while rubbing his hardened dick said it all.

Just as I wore my panties, he whistled, signalling…no, commanding my attention like I was some sought of a stray dog that just walked into his life.

I wore my panties, dragging my feet which weighed like lead to him. His perverted gaze rested on my pussy and he gently slid my panties in one direction, his eyes widening as his gaze pierced my reddened pussy.

Violently, he pulled me close pressing his face on it, his tongue boring into my skin. I could hear him growl, excitement coursing through his veins and I hated it.

“I love how you take care of this,” he whispered.

Was that supposed to be a compliment? Was I supposed to say thank you?

I rolled my eyes, staring hard at his perverted form.

“Now, for the big fun,” he mumbled, a smirk curling up his lips as he dug out a vibrator from his pocket.

“You are going to walk round the city with me, with a vibrator up your ass. Let's see how long you can…last,” he whispered.

I froze.

What the fuck?

For a second, I had to ask—was this what I signed up for? Was this included in the contract?

The answers to my questions were etched on his face and the realization hit me; I was going to fucking do it!