Page 31 of Serving Her Sentence

“We have standing orders to send you on up to Mr. Alver’s office.”

“Oh.” Meekly, Noelle nodded her head, pushing down her surprise. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Samantha’s practiced smile was back on her lips. Walking past her to the elevators, Noelle was startled when she heard Samantha calling her name. “Not those, Miss White. That one.” Samantha pointed to the private elevator that went straight up to Damian’s office. Her Master’s domain.

A rush of adrenaline surged. Silently, Noelle changed course, waving her hand in thanks to Samantha again. Trepidation fizzed through her chest, churning her stomach.

The ride up to the top floor seemed to take forever. When the doors finally opened into the executive office, they were there… waiting for her. Samantha would have let them know she was on her way.

Master and Sir.

Her Master’s eyes flashed, though his expression didn’t change when he saw her, the hot need in his eyes she remembered so well was still there. Sir smiled—a cruel smile of anticipation.

Noelle hit her knees without thinking.

First position.

“Hello, pretty girl,” Sir said. “We’ve missed you.”

“Come here, slut.” Master pointed to a spot in front of him. “Crawl.”

“No… wait…” Noelle didn’t want this. No, that wasn’t quite right. Sheshouldn’twant this. This wasn’t what she had come here for. “I’m just here…”

Her voice trailed off.

“Last chance, slave.” Master’s voice was hard. Tight with tension. Perhaps even a note of uncertainty as if he wasn’t sure what she would do. That didn’t stop him from making the ultimatum. “If you stay, you aren’t leaving again. And if you go, you won’t be welcome back.”

What was she here for?

Closure?

Truly?

No.

With a shudder, Noelle pressed her lips closed. Her gaze dropped to the floor in front of their feet. She was sinking into the familiar headspace ofotherNoelle. Had been sinking from the moment she’d started walking toward the building. She just hadn’t been willing to admit it until now.

Noelle leaned forward, putting some of her weight on her hands, and she crawled… right to the spot her Master had indicated. A sense of calm, of anticipation swept over her. This. This was why she was here. Her pussy creamed, nipples hardening.

“Clothes. Off.”

Less than five minutes after she’d walked back into their building, Noelle was naked, her mouth sliding down Sir’s cock while her Master lined his up with her ass. Even though she had taken to masturbating with it, Noelle did not wear the plug all the time like she used to, and his initial rough thrust burned sharply. She cried out around Sir’s cock, the sound muffled as his grip tightened, and he shoved his cock into her throat, using the vibrations of her moans to pleasure him.

Her ass spasmed as her Master fucked her hard, with no regard for the months of disuse. The hard thrusts burned, her hole spasming, and tears slid down her cheeks.

It was utterly demoralizing. Degrading. Painful.

And everything she wanted.Needed.

Noelle was no longer there to serve her sentence. She was there to servethem.

Forever.