I knelt on the black marble, my knees were already bruised from last night’s punishment, and the diamond collar around my throat felt heavier than the Burj Khalifa itself. Ninety-two floors up, the air was filtered, scented with oud and chilled to exactly 22 degree Celsius so my n*****s stayed hard and aching against the La Perla lace I had on.
The blindfold was silk, midnight-black, tied so tight I saw stars even in the darkness. My pulse flickered on the collar’s tiny screen, 98 bpm, it was steady, but rising gradually. Every beat above 110 would make the vibrating plug lodged deep in my p***y throb in punishment and reward.
Ahmed’s voice slid into my earbuds, “Pet, the auction starts in four minutes. Breathe slowly. Let them see how perfect you are.”
I exhaled through parted lips, t
