(Author's note: I want you to tell me which fanfic you want.)
Three days.
That's how long it had taken to clean up David's mess.
Jake's text had arrived while Lisa slept beside me, exhausted from her reclaiming.
*Mom, we need to talk. I saw something weird on David's computer when I was at his office yesterday.*
I'd spent those three days carefully constructing the narrative.
David had been embezzling from clients. I'd discovered the evidence. Confronted him. He'd fled the city to avoid prosecution.
Jake had been horrified but grateful I'd protected him from his corrupt colleague.
"Thank god you caught him before I got too involved with his projects," Jake had said, hugging me like a brother.
If only he knew what David had really done to his mother.
Lisa had spent those three days recovering. The marks David left had faded. But the psychological impact remained.
She'd been quieter. More withdrawn. Her submission had become mechanical rather than passionate.
That's why I'd planned tonight.
Jake's business trip was perfect timing. Seventy-two hours away from the city. No interruptions. No risks.
Time to completely erase David's violation. To prove my ownership was absolute. To push Lisa so far beyond David's crude attempts that she'd never question who she truly belonged to.
"An auction," I told her, watching her face as the word registered.
She stood in my penthouse living room, still processing. We'd barely spoken since I'd explained away Jake's suspicions.
"You're still thinking about David," I observed.
Her eyes met mine, confirming the truth.
"Tonight," I continued, "I'm going to make you forget he ever touched you."
"How?" she whispered.
"By showing you what real ownership looks like. By taking you beyond anything he could have imagined."
I pulled out my phone, showing her photos of the five men who would arrive in two hours.
"They'll use you. Test you. Push you to your absolute limits."
"Why?" she asked. "Wasn't David enough?"
"David was a violation," I said, gripping her chin. "Tonight is a demonstration. Of what you can endure. Of what you can become. Of who you truly belong to."
Her phone buzzed. Jake's name.
*Heading to the airport. Three-day conference in Chicago. Love you, Mom!*
She typed back with trembling fingers: *Safe travels, sweetie. Love you.*
"Perfect timing," I murmured. "Now, let's prepare you for tonight."
I watched Lisa's face as the reality settled in.
"Five men," I explained. "All from my private circle. Successful. Discreet. Experienced."
"Like David?" Fear edged her voice.
"Nothing like David," I corrected. "David tried to take you. These men understand you're mine. They're borrowing you. Temporarily."
I pulled up photos on my tablet. "Marcus you've met. He impressed me with his technique. He'll be there."
She flinched at the name.
"The others," I continued, "are Richard, James, Michael, and Thomas. All vetted. All clean. All understanding their place."
"Which is?" she asked.
"Beneath me in the hierarchy. You're the prize that proves my dominance over them."
"I'm not ready for this," she whispered.
I gripped her throat gently. "You are. And after tonight, you'll understand the difference between David's brutality and true orchestrated dominance."
"What if I can't—"
"You can. You will. Because this is what you've become."
I released her, checking my watch. "One hour. Shower. Prepare yourself. Wear only your collar."
She moved toward the bathroom, then paused. "Alex?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you for handling Jake's questions."
I nodded. "I protect what's mine. Always."
The men arrived precisely at eight.
Marcus entered first, that predatory smile I remembered. "Alex. Good to see you again."
Behind him came Richard, silver-haired and distinguished. Then James, younger but intense. Finally, Michael and Thomas, business partners who carried a discreet equipment bag.
"Gentlemen," I greeted them. "Thank you for accepting my invitation."
"Wouldn't miss it," Richard said, eyes scanning the room. "Where is she?"
"Waiting in the bedroom. But first, the rules."
We gathered in the living room, drinks poured, terms negotiated like a business deal.
"She's mine," I stated clearly. "You're borrowing her. Temporarily."
"Understood," Marcus nodded. "Limits?"
"No permanent marks. No recordings without my permission. Safe word is 'red.'"
"And the winner?" James asked.
"Whoever impresses me most gets an additional private session."
That raised the stakes considerably.
"Let's see the property," Thomas suggested.
I led them to the bedroom where Lisa waited.
She knelt in the center of the room, naked except for her collar, eyes down as I'd instructed.
Five men circled her like sharks.
"Beautiful," Richard murmured, tilting her chin up. "You've trained her well, Alex."
"Stand," Marcus commanded. "Turn slowly."
She obeyed, and I watched their eyes trace every curve, every mark I'd left on her body.
"May we touch?" James asked me, not her.
"You may examine the merchandise."
Their hands explored her body clinically. Testing her responses, her submission, her willingness.
Lisa trembled but didn't resist.
"On your knees," Thomas ordered. "Show us what that mouth can do."
She sank gracefully, and Thomas unzipped his pants. I watched as she took him between her lips, her technique perfect from months of my training.
"Remarkable," Michael observed, positioning himself behind her. "May I?"
I nodded.
He entered her without preamble, and Lisa moaned around Thomas's cock.
"She's already wet," Michael reported. "Your property loves being shared."
The auction had begun.
For the next hour, they used her systematically. Each man testing different aspects of her submission.
Marcus bent her over the bed, taking her roughly from behind while she serviced Richard orally.
"Much better than our previous encounter," Marcus commented to me. "She's more refined now."
James tested her limits with implements from Michael's bag. The riding crop marked her thighs and ass with precise strikes.
"Count," he ordered.
"One," she gasped.
By twenty, she was sobbing, but her arousal was undeniable.
Thomas and Michael worked in tandem, one in her pussy, one in her mouth, switching positions methodically.
Throughout it all, I directed. Adjusted positions. Commanded her responses. Maintained my ownership even as others used her body.
"Tell them who you belong to," I ordered as Marcus pounded into her.
"Alex," she gasped. "I belong to Alex."
"And what are you right now?"
"Shared property. Holes for them to use."
"Good girl."
Richard pulled her hair back, forcing her to arch as he took her from behind. "She's exquisite, Alex. The perfect transformation."
"She is," I agreed. "And she's not done yet."
They rotated again. James beneath her, Richard behind, filling both holes simultaneously.
Lisa screamed, the sound raw and primal.
"She can take more," Marcus observed. "Let's test her limits."
What followed was the most intense scene I'd orchestrated.
Lisa on her back, legs spread wide. James entering her pussy, Richard her ass, Marcus her mouth. Michael and Thomas working her breasts, her clit, every sensitive spot simultaneously.
Five men using one woman, completely overwhelming her senses.
She came violently, her body convulsing.
"Again," I commanded.
They continued, driving her to a second climax, then a third.
By the fourth, she was nearly unconscious, floating in subspace, completely surrendered.
"Enough," I finally called. "She's mine now."
The men withdrew, and I lifted Lisa's trembling body, carrying her to the fresh sheets I'd prepared.
"Gentlemen," I announced. "The winner is Marcus. Your control and attention to her responses were superior."
Marcus grinned. "I look forward to my prize."
As the others cleaned up and prepared to leave, I tended to Lisa. Water, gentle touch, bringing her back from the edge.
"You did perfectly," I murmured. "I'm proud of you."
Her eyes focused on me, filled with complex emotions. "I can't believe I..."
"You can. You did. And part of you loved it."
She couldn't deny the truth.
After the men left, I carried Lisa to the shower, washing away the evening.
"Now," I said, positioning her against the tile wall, "I reclaim what's mine."
I entered her slowly, deliberately, replacing every touch with my own.
"Who do you belong to?" I demanded.
"You," she gasped. "Only you."
"And who used you tonight?"
"They did. But with your permission."
"Are you still thinking about David?"
Her eyes met mine. "No. Only you."
"Good girl." I increased my pace, marking her internally one final time. "No matter who touches you, you'll always be mine."
She came again, exhausted but responsive, her body recognizing its true owner.
Afterward, we lay tangled in bed, her head on my chest.
"I didn't think I could do that," she whispered.
"I knew you could. You're capable of anything I demand."
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Jake's name flashed.
*Hotel is nice. Boring conference though. How's your quiet evening?*
Lisa's hand trembled as she typed back: *Very relaxing, sweetie. Reading a book.*
The irony wasn't lost on either of us.
"What happens next?" she asked, settling back against me.
"Next," I said, my mind already planning, "we see how far we can push you in the remaining forty-eight hours."
"More than tonight?" Her voice held equal parts dread and anticipation.
"Much more. Tonight was about proving you could handle multiple partners. Tomorrow is about something else entirely."
"What?"
I smiled in the darkness. "You'll see. But it involves leaving this apartment."
She tensed. "Public?"
"Semi-public. Places where Jake would never look. But places where you'll feel the risk."
"I don't know if I can—"
"You can," I assured her. "Because you just survived five men and came back stronger. Tomorrow will be different. More psychological than physical."
"And Sunday?" she asked quietly.
"Sunday," I said, "we do something I've been planning since the beginning."
"Which is?"
"A surprise. But it will complete your transformation."
She was quiet for a long moment. "Alex?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you for making me forget about David."
I tightened my arms around her. "That was the point. He tried to break you. I just proved you're unbreakable."
"I am?"
"You are. As long as you remember who you belong to."
"I'll never forget," she whispered.
We fell asleep like that, tangled together, the markers of the evening still visible on her skin.
Jake was safe in Chicago, believing his mother was having a quiet night in.
David was gone, his threat neutralized.
And I had forty-eight more hours to push Lisa further than she'd ever gone.
The weekend had only just begun.
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