In the mid-morning light, Mila's cool bedsheets reminded her she'd gone to sleep naked. The silky cotton felt divine lying over her breasts, stomach and legs, and her stockings from the night before were curled down at her ankles like little mittens hugging her small feet.
With a sigh, she twisted herself up into her covers, bringing a bunched-up portion of the blanket between her thighs and enjoyed the feeling of space it made between her hips.
She closed her eyes again, wondering if another round of sleep might take her, and then felt the loose band of leather around her neck. I don't have a collar on, do I? Was her first thought, and then she remembered the belt she'd used as a makeshift leash the night before and took a moment to appreciate the depth of peace the feeling of leather around her neck gave her. Not just because of the deep sleep she'd fallen into immediately after masturbating to Ronan's memory, but because of how nice it felt to wake up with a reminder of him around her neck. She fingered the clasp with one hand, and unwrapped the thin belt, letting it fall loosely at her side.
She had a lot to think about today.
Ronan, in the first time she'd seen him again after 4 1/2 years, had made her an unbelievable offer. $1,200,000 a year to oversee the legal aspects of his fetish and fantasy hotel venture. And, she couldn't forget, he had promised more - up to 2 million - depending on how the work unfolded. Even before the excited & aroused message her body had sent her, it was hard prospect to ignore.
The truth was, she knew that she was going to do it.
She just had to get her head around telling the higher-ups at her current firm that she was leaving.
Thinking about the weight, and stress, of that conversation made it obvious that she wouldn't be getting any more sleep this morning, but she tried to focus on the positive parts of the path before her: serious money, more than she'd dreamt of making for ten years at least, and the chance to see Ronan again, perhaps every day.
Clenching her jaw, she mentally set the timer for when she'd tell Veronica the news and supported herself by imagining the call with Ronan after to let him know her decision. Surely, he would have other things going on that day, what with The Hotel scheduled to open after the weekend, but she liked to imagine him waiting by the phone, hoping to see her name on his phone.
He'd given her 24 hours, and she decided she would use them all. She'd call him at 8:30pm that night, thirty minutes before the timer ran out, to give him the impression that she'd labored over the decision all day when, in reality, she had known the answer immediately - she couldn't refuse.
***
Except for the call with Veronica, Mila's day passed quickly. She'd made it through her manager's disappointment by thinking about the stunning interior of Ronan's hotel again and the money he'd promised her. Yes, Veronica was correct, this had come out of nowhere, but there was little either of them could do about that. At least, Mila had said, she'd already completed her final project. What she didn't say was that the mutually protective BDSM contract she'd spent the last few months putting together would be the whole of her focus now. She decided to keep questions of if there was a Kink/Fetish category on LinkedIn to herself.
At 8:29pm, a minute before calling Ronan to accept his offer, Mila's heart was beating fast. She kept looking at her phone which she thought was strange, knowing that she was the one meant to call Ronan and not the other way around, but she decided she'd made it close enough to her own mental deadline and picked up her phone.
The phone rang a few times...
And then kept ringing...
He wasn't picking up.
She got his voicemail. As the robotic voice on the other line told her that the person-she-was-trying-to-reach-was-not-available she decided to hang up and try again.
But this time too... There was no answer
Mila was starting to get worried. Ronan wouldn't take kindly to his offer being ignored for longer than the 24 hours he'd given her, but what could she do if he wouldn't pick up his phone?
In a rush, she gathered her things. Wallet, keys, and then remembered that she wasn't at all dressed to see him again. She was wearing the same thing she'd been wearing all day - comfortable shorts and a little t-shirt, but the clock on her phone now read 8:24pm, and it would be a 20-minute drive to The Hotel even if she got lucky with a cab. She did not have time to change. She grabbed the first pair of shoes she saw, her running trainers, and left her apartment with her effects in hand.
Riding the elevator down to the ground floor Mila closed her eyes. The AC of the apartment building just gave her the worst news of all - she wasn't wearing a bra. She grit her teeth and shook her head. "1.2 million. 1.2 million. 1.2 million".
Her new mantra repeated over-and-over again in her head as she pushed through the door to her building and set her eyes towards cars on the street. Thankfully, she could see a cab that looked available stopped at the stoplight on her corner. Without a second thought, Mila started to run.
***
By the time the cab was pulling up to The Hotel the clock on her phone read 8:57pm. She'd tried calling Ronan once more on the way, but again, he hadn't picked up.
Mila's heart was pounding in her chest as she opened the passenger door and rushed towards The Hotel's black façade. The seamless black glass of the building again hiding the solitary door, but she made a beeline to the entrance and yanked it open.
Thinking that maybe she'd see Christian again, Ronan's security-guard and perhaps personal bartender from the night before, Mila was surprised to be greeted by someone new.
Standing behind the desk in the elegant lobby with its black marble floor and crimson trim, was one of prettiest girls Mila had ever seen. She looked over in Mila's direction as she entered, and even from this distance Mila could see the girl's dark brown eyes shining beneath her red hair, falling straight past her fair cheeks and blossoming lips. The two of them locked eyes for a moment. Mila standing in the entrance way panting and hurried, t-shirt shorts and all, and this girl behind the desk looking like she'd just apparated out of a dream wearing... wait a second... wearing almost nothing.
Her view of the girl was cut-off midway by the black marble desk, but Mila gaped at the realization that the black strap curling over the girl's shoulders wasn't attached to a shirt, but rather was the edge of a leather belt harness that was drawn around her chest and crisscrossed above and below her naked breasts. Mila couldn't see below the girl's bellybutton, but she gulped at the sight and wondered whether the girl was entirely naked or just topless.
The redheaded girl was stunning, her petite frame and pale skin highlighting the light pink of her nipples which... seemed to shine in the light of the candles around the room? Narrowing her eyes Mila saw now what it was - each of the girl's nipples were pierced by a silver bar - and Mila suddenly became very aware that she was gawking.
"How can I help you?" The girl said calmly, her voice a bright, calling bell.
"Um... I... do you know where - is Ronan here?" Mila could barely feel her feet.
The girl's eyes shifted in recognition "Are you Mila?"
Mila, slightly taken aback but without the time to go deeper, nodded in earnest.
"He was right. You are very pretty", the girl said, and Mila's heart dropped into her stomach. This girl, maybe as much as ten years younger than her, was the picture of fetishistic perfection in this spacious lobby next to Mila's rushed and frazzled look. But, swallowing her pride all the same, Mila offered the best "Thank you" she could muster, and opened her mouth again, wondering without words the answer to her same desperate question - Where can I find him? And please, oh please, can you bring me to him quickly so I don't make the worst financial mistake of my life?
"He's upstairs. You can follow me."
Mila breathed a shaky sigh of relief as the redheaded girl stepped out from behind the desk and headed towards the far edge of the lobby. Then, with an electric shock from her neck traveling down her spine, she caught her breath all over again.
The redheaded girl wasn't just topless; she was wearing almost no clothing at all. The leather of her harness crossed tightly over her naked back, looping through silver rings dotted over her pale skin - at the center of her upper back, on the side-points of her tight ribs, and practically in a bullseye just above her little peach ass. The fine-leather strands disappeared there between her legs, and the pair of shining metallic underwear the girl was wearing. No, Mila knew, that was a chastity belt that this gorgeous petite girl was so happily wearing between her legs.
The redheaded girl bounded happily ahead of her, moving between flatfoot and tiptoes with her undressed feet across the marble. Mila had a mental image of herself padding warily behind this woman, more like kinky-woodland-sprite, toward the elevator bay.
The girl pressed the button and a moment later the door to the elevator on their right slid open. Mila made to step around the girl, but the girl took a step into the elevator as well.
"Oh..." Mila said, and the redheaded girl smiled back at her.
"I'll take you there. I don't mind. It'll be fun to see what he's doing." The girl spoke happily.
Mila continued looking down at the floor as the girl took her in, even leaning back a bit to get a good look at every part of her. This ogling seemed to change the girl's disposition slightly, and after a moment she spoke again, "So, how do you know the Master?"
Mila swallowed and then took a deep breath before answering. "Ronan. I... um we dated. A while ago."
The redheaded girl's lips parted in awe. She looked again at Mila but now without an ounce of doubt, just pure unadulterated wonder.
The elevator continued rising, the red digital numbers clicking up and up past 21... 22... 23... as the girl continued to stare at her. Mila gave a slight smile back and tried to look for something to ask. 25... 26... 27... "What's your name?" Was the best Mila could come up with. But the girl didn't answer, she just looked away now and a pink flush entered her fair cheeks. They rode together the rest of the way, as the numbers ticked up all the way to 41... 42... 43... 44.
Ding. The elevator doors opened and Mila cocked her head to one side, trying to get a good look at the space before her. Slowly, she entered the open space and felt the ceiling recede from her. Here, on the top floor of the building, the ceiling must have risen twenty feet. Magnificent glass windows opened to an unobstructed view of the Vegas lights, twinkling many stories below.
Mila was too caught by the spectacle to feel her redheaded travel partner leave her side. She watched the lights of the buildings across from them descend in little warm boxes to the street level below, where headlights and brake-lights moved slowly across the world like water. From a distant part of her brain, still grounded in this strange reality, Mila heard the redheaded girl's voice again
"Master?"
Mila turned, the daze of it all still written on her face, and did her best to take in this new spectacle before her.
The room must have run 80 feet off to her right. It felt like it must have run the whole building. Halfway between her and the end of the room, the redheaded girl was kneeling.
The black stone here too, a shiny flat black compared to the veiny marble of the lobby, reflected the redheaded girl's naked form back up at her. The girl had spread her knees wide and Mila could see the hands, resting palms turned up, one on each knee. The redheaded girl's slight back and head moved again as she spoke, once more calling into the space before her, "Master?"
Mila looked in the direction the girl was calling and saw an X-shaped structure and some standing lights behind it. She couldn't see Ronan at first, but then she heard him:
"Yes, Red?"
"She's here, Master."
"Who is?"
He appeared from behind the X then, and from across the room Mila saw his eyes change from focus to mischief. After a moment, he disappeared again, focusing again on whatever was behind the desk.
"Thank you, Red. You can return downstairs and wait for our early guest. She should be here soon." Mila heard his disembodied voice.
"Master, are you sure? I'd like to help if you -"
"Red." There were his eyes again, flashing blue towards the kneeling girl in the middle of the massive room.
"Yes, Master." Red said, standing without another word and passing by Mila without looking at her. Mila could feel a coldness in the pale body moving past her, and she wondered if this was just youthful spite or something deeper.
She turned her attention back to Ronan, once again absent behind the X. Step by step, Mila made her way across the cavernous space, knowing how out of place she looked in her running trainers, shorts and t-shirt.
Mila took a wide berth as she neared the X structure Ronan was working behind and noticed first the tripod camera set up between the standing lights, its red light blinking with a calm consistency.
Ronan, his collared shirt rolled up at the sleeves was dipping something into a glass of water, and then returned the dripping implement back to the skin of his helpless captive - there was a woman, entirely naked, bound and spread on the angled X structure. Her blonde hair was captured behind her head in a ponytail, and her mouth was stopped with a large white ball-gag.
White cream, smelling of sandalwood and vanilla, was disappearing beneath Ronan's razor. Her legs, with thin white streaks, seemed to have already been shaved, and Ronan had moved onto the next part of her body.
He was shaving the woman's armpit nearest Mila, drawing his razor across the blonde's naked skin. The woman shifted her neck, and pulled slightly against her bonds, Mila had the sense that moving her neck looked like the limits of what she could do. Thick leather cuffs were wrapped around of her wrists and ankles, a heavy padlock attaching each of her naked limbs to the X. Ronan dipped his razor in the water again and drew it across the woman's armpit, bringing a soft hum from the woman behind the gag.
Mila was transfixed. She wasn't shocked so much as... incredibly aroused. Never in her life had she been this close to a woman in such a vulnerable and sexualized position, and this woman was stunning. She looked about Mila's age, maybe a year or two younger, and the way her arms were splayed out pulled the orbs of her breast into perfect mounds at the end of which, Mila could see, her erect nipples. Mila gulped, remembering that she herself had left her apartment without a bra, and wondered how soon her own nipples would betray her excitement. "Now, I guess", she thought as she felt the fabric of her shirt pressing back against her growing arousal.
Ronan started shaving the woman's other armpit now, his back preventing Mila from seeing the razor crossing across soft skin. The woman squirmed again slightly, and in a flash Ronan's right hand was around her neck. The muscles in his forearm rippled as he squeezed, pulsing a lesson into the bound woman before him - the tension in his fingers sending a clear message: do not do that again.
The blonde nodded her head submissively, and Ronan returned quietly to his work. After a deep breath in, Mila realized that she's just been standing there ogling and had nearly forgot about her very important task at hand.
"Ronan?"
He continued shaving the woman without looking up. Fearing that he might be angry with her, Mila continued.
"I've decided I want to do it. I tried calling you." Mila offered with all the confidence she could muster.
"Good. Good." Was all Ronan said, dipping his razor once more into the warm water.
A moment of anger passed through Mila. She'd tried calling him, rushed over all this way, and now he was going to practically ignore her? Part of her wanted to storm away, or yell at him, but there was also a part of her that didn't want to disrupt the show before her.
Ronan turned on his heel back to the captive woman now and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Hmm", he wondered aloud, cocking his head slightly to one side. He did not take his eyes away from the naked form in front of him but spoke in a way clearly meant for Mila, "I may need your help."
Mila didn't know what he meant. He continued, "This is all... for a client." Ronan said, gesturing to the camera with the blinking red light. "He's arriving early. A VIP. He wanted to see the preparation. I need to move the camera for this next bit."
By next bit, Mila knew that he clearly meant the woman's pussy, exposed and vulnerable, with her pubic hair curling in tight rounds. The woman gave a muffled moan of complaint behind her gag, and without warning Ronan slapped her hard across her breast. Then he hit her again, smacking his hand again on her boob, eliciting a pitiless cry from his bound captive. After another blow, striking her now reddening skin after the first two hits, he raised his finger to her gagged lips and lay it over the silicone of her gag. He opened his eyes slightly, again silently asking a question that his captive clearly knew how to answer. Her eyes cast down in a submissive promise, the woman nodded her head in quiet surrender.
Mila was soaking wet. She could feel the warmth of her pussy humming, deeply aroused by the scene before her. This whole experience was bringing out something new in herself. Clearly, there was a voyeur somewhere in there, and she wondered - if she'd had the choice - whether she'd rather be where she was or be tied up and helplessly shaved herself.
"Up to you, you can either do this or the camera." Ronan said.
Mila, after a moment, remembered who she was. "I didn't think this was going to be the type of work I'd be doing."
With a looseness in his body that looked more like danger than calm to Mila, Ronan turned his head to look at her. "This is the work, Mila. Either you're in it with me, or not."
Mila swallowed hard and tried to find her feet. She decided to fight back once more, "I just have one question."
Ronan only nodded for her to continue. She went on, "Why didn't you have someone in this job so close to Monday? That's not very prepared. For you."
Strangely, Ronan smiled. The woman on the cross began pulling at her bonds, twisting her head from side to side, her blond ponytail swishing back and forth behind her head. Ronan, his mischievous grin dancing across his face, looked up at Mila.
"I actually have my whole legal team here."
Mila's heart skipped a beat. She got Ronan's drift and could see in the eyes of the woman appealing to her that Ronan was telling the truth. Mila swallowed again, doing the mental math of the situation before her.
"I thought... You promised that everything in The Hotel is consensual." Mila said quietly.
Ronan looked taken aback for a moment, "Oh it is. Vivian here is just a really good actor."
Mila looked again at the blonde woman, Vivian it seemed, and saw her lips curling into a smile behind her gag and the glee crinkling at the edge of her eyes.
"Mila - ", Ronan said, calling her back to him. He was holding out the razor in her direction. "I think it's best you do this part - I'm remembering our client has some interest in the sapphic." He turned to Mila and clarified, "He likes lesbians". He turned back towards the camera, "Isn't that right, Sir?" The red light above the lens kept blinking back calmly in response. "Mila, take it."
The razor gleamed in his outstretched hand. Mila's heart pounded in her chest, a pulsing reminder to her of how deeply this situation had her in its clutches. And even though this was already, not even on day one, far more than she had imagined this job would entail, she could not deny her own excitement. A significant part of her wanted to take the razor from Ronan's hand, but she was paralyzed. She didn't move, maybe she didn't breathe, until Ronan took a step towards her. His 6'4" frame rose high above her head, and the light blue of his eyes looked straight into her.
"Do not forget, I still know you." Was all that he said.
The razor, held between them, could wait no longer. With one movement, Mila took it in her hand and stepped past Ronan. She dipped it in the water, feeling the warmth around her fingers, and wished her heart was stop trying to escape her ribcage as she turned the bound woman, water dripping down her wrist onto the shining black floor.
Mila had shaved herself before, of course, a million times, but have never dreamed she would find herself shaving another woman. On camera, no less, as she could hear Ronan removing the camera from its tripod and shifting angles to get a better look.
There was a bowl of the sweet-smelling cream, vanilla and sandalwood rising in wafts, on a stool next to the bound woman. Mila took some onto the tip of her fingers and got down to eye level with the woman's pussy.
Mila set to her work in a soft focus, feeling this incredible soft peace run through each of her extremities, turning back from Vivian's spreadeagle body to the warm water, shaking off the hairs from the shining razor, and then back again to her human canvas. Vivian increased her performance at Mila's touch, writhing gently at her touch. Mila drew the razor again and again across her mound, removing all traces of hair. Eventually, there were none left above the woman's pussy and Mila turned to Ronan, unsure. He shook his head behind the camera and then nodded, indicating that she was not done.
Mila licked her lips as she dipped the razor in the water once more. She really was about to touch and shave this woman's pussy who she didn't even know - and she was absolutely loving it.
Kneeling before the bound blonde now, splayed as she was with her arms and legs bound to the X, Mila started to get into the show herself. Honestly, she didn't really care what bounds this was crossing. Ronan was right, he did know her, and this might have been the most aroused she'd ever been. She took her time shaving the woman's labia, using her free hand to part her pussy lips and make sure not a single hair went uncut. She let the knuckles of her hand drift against Vivian's lips, and felt a slight smile cross her lips as their captive moaned with pleasure. Mila finished her work in the space below the pussy, and was sure she would have continued to the woman's asshole if she could reach it. What Ronan said next made her wonder if he could read her mind.
"We need to turn her around", he said, one eye still glued to the camera viewfinder. His hand went into his pocket then, and he produced a small key. "It works for all four."
Mila took the key in hand, and without a second thought, set to unlocking each of the four padlocks holding the woman in place. She started low at the ankles and then rose to the woman's wrists, crossing very close to the woman's gagged lips as she moved from one wrist to the other. She had the impulse to kiss her, to lick across the plastic of her gag and succulent lips, but she would have to keep to at least some of her dignity... for now.
Wrists and ankles free, Vivian dutifully turned around. Happily bouncing in a half turn before bending over at the waist and resting her manicured palms against the X. She was up on her tippy toes, her arched feet matching the arch in naked back, each of them creating these delicate troughs of skin that begged to be touched.
Now that she was released from the bondage spreading her, Mila could see that Vivian's tits were huge, EE at least, and they were perfectly symmetrical. In this bent over position that the blonde had so happily put herself into, her tits hung towards the floor, and Mila had to stop herself from grabbing a whole handful.
Mila was sure that her own pussy must have been dripping to the floor, and she was incredibly shocked to find how aroused she was by the form of this submissive woman. She'd always thought that women were beautiful, but this was something else.
Ronan spoke again then, but just one word, "Legs." Without question, Vivian complied, spreading her legs apart and creating just a bit of space between her ass cheeks. Just a bit, thought Mila, because she would need to do the rest herself.
As she dipped the razor once more into the warm water, she almost felt sad that the experience was to be over soon.
Taking one of Vivian's cheeks in her palm, Mila spread it wide to get better access to the only few hairs left on Vivian's body. For a moment she wondered how this must look, her in her t-shirt and shorts kneeling behind Ronan's naked & gagged submissive, and the thought made her desperately wish to be touched. As she drew the razor across the skin in Vivian's ass, she wished that Ronan would just put down the camera and take them both.
"Help her", Ronan said, and Vivian immediately followed his direction. His submissive took both her hands behind her back and spread her ass cheeks as wide as they would go. The view of her pussy and ass from behind was intoxicating, and Mila felt hypnotized by both her soft and vulnerable holes.
As Mila finished drawing the warm wet razor across Vivian, she kept her free hand on one of her ass cheeks, an involuntary squeeze coming from her soft hand. Ronan's submissive leaned further into her touch and moved her hand closest to Mila's to take her fingers in hers.
Somehow, this felt like their most intimate touch yet. Behind Vivian, Mila held tight to the submissive's hand as her blade cut off the final 1... 2... 3... hairs.
Finished, Mila let the razor fall to her side. Vivian, clearly sensing that the activity was complete, looked to her Master for permission to stand.
Mila turned to Ronan too and saw that he was holding a moist towel out towards here. In a haze now of lust, Mila took the dripping cloth from Ronan and applied it to Vivian - everywhere.
She started at Vivian's legs, which clearly Ronan had shaved before she arrived, and ran the towel all over Vivian's shining thighs and calves. The smell of sandalwood and vanilla rose again from the streaks of shaving cream remaining on Vivian's body.
Mila went back between Vivian's ass cheeks once her legs were clean, and she was surprised all over again by the arousal running up and down her body - how deeply she enjoyed the warmth of the wet cloth between her fingers and this gorgeous blonde's asshole inches away from her.
Vivian was giving close attention to Ronan and his camera now, and with a nod from his head he spun his finger once in the air. Vivian stood from her arched over position and turned to face Mila.
What had been Vivian's asshole inches from her face was now her pussy, and Mila took a deep breath trying to keep calm. Breathing in brought the scent of the cream deeper into her longs, along with the smell of Vivian. Her pussy smelled sweet and sharp, like an expensive cocktail of gin & honey, Mila swore she must have started salivating. She drew the cloth across above Vivian's pussy and between her legs, wiping away all traces of the cream from her lips.
"Position 1", Ronan said then, and before Mila could wonder what it meant, Vivian was moving to satisfy his command.
Ronan's submissive spread her legs a bit wider once more, stood up on her tiptoes, and took both palms to the back of her head - highlighting her nakedness and obedience.
Mila had already known her last job was to clean the shaving cream from Vivian's armpits, but as she rose to standing height before the naked blonde, something from far away began to shift within her. She continued cleaning Vivian's armpits one at a time, but a pang of envy began deep inside her for the language the two of them shared - without her.
How many commands did Ronan have for Vivian? Did they practice? How long? How often? Was she always naked and perfect and stupid and bimbo-like when they were together? And what did Ronan do to her when she failed him?
Mila's cheeks burned red now, thinking back to the relationship she'd had with Ronan years ago. They'd never done anything with positions then, and even after seeing him again now for the first time in a decade she was deeply wishing they had.
Her face was close to Vivian's gagged lips again, and though the blonde was still enjoying her performance and making doe eyes towards her, Mila's body had begun to shut it all down. She didn't want to play into the game Vivian's eyes were inviting, because it had just become clear to her that she was the third wheel when, in truth, she would have preferred being dead center to Ronan's attention.
Vivian, perhaps sensing that her scene partner was receding, turned her attention to Ronan and his camera. Mila dropped the wet cloth to her side as she watched Vivian glide toward the floor-to-ceiling window, her bare feet crossing over the black stone, her cuffed ankles and wrists her only pieces of clothing. She twirled and twisted at the window, showing her newly shaved body off to Ronan and his camera. Mila watched, sick to her stomach, as Vivian undid her hair from its ponytail and let it fall freely around her shoulders, practically bragging that this was the only hair, save her eyebrows, left on her body.
Mila watched, a million miles away, as Ronan's submissive showed off her perfect body to him and he shifted the camera around to get the perfect view.
Just when she thought she could take no more, Ronan's eyes left the camera and turned towards her. Her heart jumped in excitement - perhaps he could hear what she'd been thinking, hoping, that she was desperate for his attention. He spoke to her:
"There is a box on the desk. Would you get it?" And then turned his attention back to the camera.
Mila fought back tears as she stepped in the direction he'd indicated, towards a wide desk, she guessed Ronan's if this cavernous space was his kind of kinky office and couldn't miss the ornate box sitting in the desk's center. She grabbed it roughly and brought it back his direction. Though she wasn't going to stop the game, 1.2 million dollars was forever etched in her mind, she wasn't going to give either of them more of her fun.
Reaching Ronan's side, he kept his attention on the twirling naked blonde and said, "Open it."
Mila did, and discovered inside it a thin white collar with a silver monogram at the front, the letters MSC printed in silver nestled between a circular ring.
"Will you?" Ronan said to her, his voice making it clear that this wasn't so much a question as a direction.
Mila tensed her jaw and undid the collar's buckle, she felt resentment now as Vivian took her blonde hair in her hand and dutifully faced away from her, giving her free access to her neck.
Ronan was extra focused on the camera now as Mila slid the white leather through its loop, he was close on the monogramed letters and close on Vivian's body, clearly giving the viewer, whoever MSC was, the best possible view of the woman who would soon be his gift.
Mila stepped away from Vivian as fast as she could once the collar was fixed on the blonde's neck, and she watched as Vivian fingered the monogram and made doe eyes at the camera.
"What do you say?" said Ronan, and the blonde responded through her gagged lips, "Phank oo Maphah"
Heat was still coursing through Mila's veins, but a different kind now. White hot rage. She was about to rush Vivian and tackle her to the ground and take those doe eyes right out of her skull... when Ronan turned off the camera.
"Good." He turned to Mila. "Very good."
She liked hearing that from him, and her rage calmed slightly. Ronan indicated to Vivian that she could ungag herself now and she did, removing the large white ball and stretching her jaw that had been held wide open for who knows how long.
"Thank you, Master." Vivian said, holding out the gag for him to take it from her. Ronan did, stuffing it into the back pocket of his dress pants.
At least, Mila was glad, they didn't embrace or show any greater intimacy than that. Ronan crossed over to a chair near the desk and picked up a pile of clothes. Vivian's, Mila gathered, and the blonde took the blouse, skirt and heels from him - doe eyes still in overdrive.
"Get some rest", Ronan said to Vivian. I expect he'll arrive tomorrow evening, and you're going to need it."
"Yes, Master", the blonde said again, and Mila thought she was going to die.
At last, Ronan turned his attention to her, and she wondered if he could tell what was burning in her now. She had been so aroused, deeply engrossed in the kinky activity they'd performed together, but now her head was swimming with envy.
"We should talk", said Ronan, and Mila followed him as he stepped towards his desk.
Mila could feel Vivian putting on her clothes out of the corner of her eye, sliding her panties up her legs and linking her bra strap around her shoulders, as Ronan set down the camera and gave her his full attention.
"You should probably send that first", Mila said to him. Not knowing exactly where this conversation between them might go.
"No need. It was live", Ronan said, giving her a slight if maybe sad smile. Was she totally off-base thinking he might feel badly for how that had all gone down?
Mila's cheeks burned again. She'd rushed over here in casual clothes into the kinkiest night of her life, and all of it had already been witnessed by an anonymous man somewhere in the world.
She took a deep breath and focused on the conversation before her. Even after all this, she still wanted the money that Ronan had promised, but there was going to have to be some ground rules between them. Part of her wanted to demand that he get rid of the entire enterprise and date her exclusively instead, but she had a feeling that wasn't on the table.
Instead, she thought, she'd settle for some rules. If she wasn't going to be his most prized submissive, and she wondered if Vivian had already taken that prize, she would be closer to his equal.
Something had awoken in her just then, handling this submissive, demure, naked blonde. She wanted to attack, dominate, control someone who deserved it. Ronan was the Master, but maybe... for this obedient Vivian bitch and that petite redheaded thing downstairs... maybe The Hotel needed a Mistress.
Off to her side, she felt Vivian slink away towards the exit, and it felt amazing knowing that at least the leggy blonde knew her place. Without question, no one was going to get between this moment between her and Ronan, and from the way his blue eyes flashed back at her - he knew it too.
"So... Is it a yes?" Ronan asked her.