ABBARATH Read Free Page B

grooves – previously snug in their warm folds – are struck by the sudden exposure. Russell uses both his hands to pinch my pussy lips and gather a generous portion of flesh to further spread them apart.
    Two of his fingers quest into my hungry tunnel. A little moan escapes my throat.
    “Still tight,” he says with genuine amazement.
    “Yeah, after all the fucking we gave her,” says a twin.
    “Not to mention all the fucking she got as a freshie,” smirks his double.
    Embarrassment creeps to my cheeks.
    Russell’s fingers probe my soft walls, searching for my G-spot. He watches my face for my reaction. When my pupils dilate with desire, he knows he’s struck home.
    He withdraws his fingers. I note tendrils of my white vaginal cud upon them. He raises his finger to my mouth.
    “Suck them, Gina.”
    I comply by taking his proffered fingers into my mouth and licking my own womanly juices off them. I taste like fish paste.
    “I would like to offer you something, Gina,” he says as I continue to suck at his fingers.
    He pulls them out with a plop. With his other hand, he reaches for his top left drawer and takes out a thin sheaf of papers.
    “Take your time to read this.”
    “What is it?” I take the papers with trepidation.
    “A contract. To be signed by you. To allow your body to be used as we see fit.”
    I can hardly believe my ears. Around us, his sons are suddenly watchful, wary.
    My vision is blurring as I skim through the contract. I see certain phrases:
    ‘no safe word allowed for duration of contract’
    ‘no cessation of activity allowed during the period of sexual servitude’
    ‘obedience and total compliance to given orders must be maintained at all times’
    ‘no permanent harm to her body will be caused’
    My gaze leaps to the final sentence in bold.
    ‘In return for her sexual servitude from _________ to _________, Gina Wesley of ____________
    will receive $250,000 in exactly 30 days from the last day of her service.’
    My throat constricts in shock.
    $250,000!
    I read it again to make sure I am not dreaming.
    I look up at Russell. He’s smiling broadly as he nods. “The money’s yours, Gina. If you do decide to sign.”
    “You had this made before you even met me.” My voice falters.
    “From Max’s description of you, I had no reason to doubt that I would find you a suitable candidate.” He makes it sound as if I’m applying for one of his multinational jobs.
    This man . . . this CEO . . . this philanthropist and outstanding citizen is offering me money to be his sex slave.
    No, scratch that.
    His family’s sex slave.
    I flit to Max, who studiously avoids my anxious eyes.
    “What happens to us after this?” I say hoarsely. “I thought . . . I thought . . . ”
    “It has always been real, Gina. You and me. I’ve never lied to you. This has always been me . Me and my family .”
    Yes. He has been totally upfront about it.
    This means I will never go back to vanilla base with him. Not if I want to be with him.
    “I-I’ll think about it,” I mutter.
    The twins help me down. My legs feel as wobbly as jelly, and it’s not from maintaining an overstretched position either. My skirt falls over my naked bottom.
    Max shepherds me out the way I came in. As soon as we are out of the study, he kisses the top of my head.
    “Don’t think of it as a business proposition, Gina. Think of it as connecting with yourself . . . who you truly are.”
    Who I truly am. I don’t even know who I am.
    I clutch the papers to my chest and walk as steadily as I can up the stairs to my bedroom, which in current circumstances can hardly be called a refuge.
3
    The truth is – my parents are not rich.
    I got into Gifford because my sister Karyn pulled strings. (And I know how she did it now.) Karyn in turn got into Gifford on a scholarship because she’s smart and scored off the charts in her SATs.
    Me – I’m not smart.
    I’m what Karyn considers lackluster. Pretty, a little vacant, too eager to