Coming July 2nd
James “rented” Lydia, a slave, to keep her from being rented by a group of men who wanted to hurt her. He’s certainly never done this before, and he’s supposed to be doing other things.
The man behind them both wasn’t going to follow quietly. “James. James, dammit! Stop!”
James stopped so suddenly that Lydia ran right into his chest as he whipped around.
“Sorry, Sir!” she cried as she backed off and tried to maneuver out of the way to stand behind him.
“James, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
James ignored his friend as he turned to face Lydia who was now standing where he himself had been a moment ago.
“Lydia, what are you doing?” He sounded exasperated as he grabbed her arm and hauled her around to stand beside him. “What, Raym?”
“I asked what are you doing?”
“Well, at the moment I’m holding the arm of someone who doesn’t want to stand next to me for some reason.”
“That’s because she belongs behind you and she knows it. But that’s not what I’m talking about! You just rented a slave for a week!”
“What are you going to do with her? We spend every minute in that damn basement with those damn books–”
Books? A frisson of fear went through her and she shivered. She saw James look down at her.
“– and if we’re not there we’ll be in the lab. Where is she going to be?”
“I don’t know. What would you normally do during the day, Lydia?”
He was asking her?
“Sir–” her voice was cracking, “–um, normally I’m rented for one or two days and nights, and the only thing that I do during the day is, um, serve my Master for his pleasure…”
“Well, if he’s paid good money for me, um, then he usually desires to spend most of the day being pleasured.”
“See?” The man whose name was apparently Raym gave a snort.
“Shut up. OK, Lydia, well, we’ll have to figure out what else you can do while we’re together.”
“You-you don’t wish to use me… for pleasure?” She was completely confused.
“No! I mean, sure, but, oh, shit. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.”
The rejection hurt more than she’d thought it could. “I’m sure they would give you most of your money back, Sir, if you brought me back,” she whispered, looking at the concrete beneath her feet.
“What? Why would…?” He paused and she heard him take a deep breath. “Lydia, I am not taking you back. You’re with me for the next seven days. We’ll figure it out.”
This is just not what James planned to be doing today or this week. On July 2nd, see what he should be doing!
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