I didn't waste time. I hooked a finger under the lace of her panty line and pulled it aside, my thumb immediately finding the slick, swollen sensitive nub underneath.

She let out a sharp, high-pitched "Ah! Sam... raag... p-please..."

"Please what?" I taunted, my thumb working relentlessly. "Please stop? Or please keep going until you're completely ruined?"

"I... I can't," her voice breaking into a needy, breathless moan that turned into a rhythmic, desperate 'ah-ah-ah' as I increased the friction.

"You're begging for it," I growled, feeling her inner muscles pulse and tighten against my touch. "Go ahead, Little Captive. Let me hear exactly how much you like being owned."

She tried to regain some control. "It's... it's just for the contract. Got it?"

I didn't answer with words and shoved one finger deep inside her, stretching her tight, slick walls. "Oh, is it? Just a contract? Is that why you're leaking for me? Really?"

She let out a sharp, startled cry. "Ahhh!"

I began to work my finger in and out with ruthless speed. "Enjoying it, hm? Face it, Anshi-you were born to do this for me."

"Ahhh... oh, Sam...ra...raag!" she sobbed, her head rolling back against the wall.

"Is this helping you forget that bastard I killed?" I hissed, driving my finger deeper, hitting every sensitive spot until she was gasping for air. "Is it?"

"Yes... yes... yes!" she cried out, her resistance completely shattered.

"Good," I growled, pushing my finger even deeper. "You should only feel me. Every nerve, every thought-it all belongs to me."

She was beyond words now.

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He stepped straight into my space, closing the distance before I could even catch my breath, and shoved the heavy stack of papers toward my chest.

"Sign it," he commanded, his voice completely devoid of warmth.

My fingers trembled as I caught the edge of the stack. "What is this?"

"Your freedom," he replied, his gaze flat and unreadable.

With a cold knot twisting tightly in my gut, I flipped the top page.

The legal headers stared back at me, stark and final: the complete dissolution of the contract.

"But-there's still a whole month left," I whispered, the words catching painfully in my throat.

He turned his back on me, walking toward the window with a sickening casualness. "So what? I'm not interested in you anymore. I got bored, so I'm ending it."

Bored.

The word echoed in my skull like a physical blow.

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