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The Buyer Ch. 01

Anna could feel her heart pounding as she knelt, the centrepiece of the room, head respectfully tilted down. Whenever she thought she could get away with it, her eyes flicked between the two men talking to one another, comfortably seated in armchairs at either end of the coffee table. She was cold, but she wasn't sure the tingling of her skin was from that or from fear.

They talked about the news of the day, the weather, books they'd read lately. They exchanged some light gossip disguised as asking after mutual acquaintances and business partners. Once Mark caught her looking, and an almost imperceptible lift of his eyebrow sent her gaze immediately back to the floor.

She kept her eyes down for a good while after that, then looked to the buyer. He didn't look cruel. He was well dressed but a little uncomfortable. Mark's easy chatter slowly disarmed the buyer, though it could also have been the whiskey he'd offered at the start, and Anna could hear the excitement growing in the buyer's voice as the conversation wandered.

They discussed terms. The duration was to be one month. The price had been set at auction. There were, of course, no limits or rights reserved to Anna. And it was understood that she would serve the buyer as enthusiastically and skillfully as she did Mark. She had agreed to it, even asked for it. He always knew how to persuade her.

**Anna could feel her heart pounding as she knelt, the centrepiece of the room, head respectfully tilted down. Whenever she thought she could get away with it, her eyes flicked between the two men talking to one another, comfortably seated in armchairs at either end of the coffee table. She was cold, but she wasn't sure the tingling of her skin was from that or from fear.

They talked about the news of the day, the weather, books they'd read lately. They exchanged some light gossip disguised as asking after mutual acquaintances and business partners. Once Mark caught her looking, and an almost imperceptible lift of his eyebrow sent her gaze immediately back to the floor.

She kept her eyes down for a good while after that, then looked to the buyer. He didn't look cruel. He was well dressed but a little uncomfortable. Mark's easy chatter slowly disarmed the buyer, though it could also have been the whiskey he'd offered at the start, and Anna could hear the excitement growing in the buyer's voice as the conversation wandered.

They discussed terms. The duration was to be one month. The price had been set at auction. There were, of course, no limits or rights reserved to Anna. And it was understood that she would serve the buyer as enthusiastically and skillfully as she did Mark. She had agreed to it, even asked for it. He always knew how to persuade her.

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Mar 7, 2018 in bdsm

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