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    Reaching down, he grabbed hold of one nipple. He felt it engorging against his fingers. He squeezed it and twisted. Carly’s nostrils flared but she kept silent. Letting go, he slapped her breast lightly, enjoying the jiggle of her flesh. Stretching out on the sheets, Adam reached again for Carly, this time tweaking and twisting the other nipple until a tiny whimper escaped her pretty lips. He reached for his cock, lazily stroking it without any real intention to jerk off.
    It felt good to stretch out. It had been a long day, with him wrapping up some business at his firm in order to clear the next few weeks, and then dinner with some associates before the auction that evening. Now he had his prize, but he would take his time with her.
    In his twenties and early thirties, he knew he would have been all over her, eager as a little boy in a candy store. But time and experience had taught him patience. Patience always yielded far better rewards than leaping without looking.
    He thought again about Carly’s orgasm in the car—she was very responsive but seemed to lack much control. It would be fun to teach her that control along with all the other delicious tortures he had planned. The cock box, the water chamber, the torture table… Adam’s cock throbbed with anticipation.
    Carly’s arms had begun to tremble slightly, but she maintained her position, her eyes still downcast. Adam rolled onto his side, peering down between her spread knees. She had a pretty cunt. It would look lovely clamped and spread, as he fucked her with various toys, his fingers and finally, once she’d earned it, his cock.
    The girl was worrying her lower lip again, and her arms were now shaking. Taking pity on her, Adam said, “You may lower your arms. Under the bed you’ll find a plastic bin. Inside is your coverlet and pillow. You will sleep at the foot of my bed. You will not get out of the bed without my express permission. Got it?”
    “Yes, sir.” She lowered her arms, hugging herself as she massaged her fatigued muscles. She reached beneath the bed and pulled out the bin. She climbed onto the bed and for a moment Adam almost told her to lie next to him—it would feel good to have someone fall asleep in his arms, resting her head on his chest. Quickly he shook the idea aside, watching as the girl lay down at his feet, stretching out beneath the light coverlet and resting her head on the pillow.
    Reaching for the lamp, he flicked it off. He had expected to stay awake for a while, his mind filled with ideas about what he was going to do to this naked slave girl lying so submissively at his feet. But his eyes closed of their own accord and he felt the tug of sleep pulling him under almost before he could mumble, “Good night, Carly.”
    “Good night, Sir.”
     

 
    Chapter 4
     
     
    After a week spent on a hard cot with chains on her ankles and wrists, sleeping at the foot of Adam’s incredibly comfortable bed had felt like sleeping in a soft, warm cocoon of pure comfort. Carly had lain awake for a while listening to the quiet, steady rumble of Adam’s snore. He, it seemed, had fallen asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. Carly was glad of this, as it gave her time to think and relax in peace.
    She had planned to review the evening in her mind, going over every detail, marking what she needed to correct and improve, mulling over the rush of events since the auctioneer had slammed down his gavel. But apparently she’d been as tired as her temporary Master, because now as she opened her eyes, she saw through the large bay windows on the east side of Adam’s huge bedroom that it was morning. The play of the rising sun’s light behind the trees made them look as if they were on fire, but a green, glittering fire, tinged with gold on the edges.
    Adam stirred, mumbling something in his sleep and turning from his side to his back. Was it too early to wake him? Carly needed to pee, but remembered his rules. She