Cosette had no idea when she and Maxwell had finally left the auction, only that she was far too tired the moment they arrived at his place to even consider taking off her heels and dress. Something that under normal circumstances seemed like the greatest crime of all time, considering how the brunette was stressing over keeping her dress straight and neat, frantically removing any wrinkle that dared to put a flaw in the delicate fabric. She woke up the next morning, sun tickling her face, wearing something that she didn’t recognize but knew that it had to be his because of the faint scent that clung to it. She looked around, squirming a little to adjust herself into a more comfortable position while she rubbed her eyes. She remembered his place from previous rentals and feeling his broad frame behind her, immediately put her at ease from the initial confusion of waking up somewhere else than her usual bunk bed. She tried to recall the amount of points he had bid on her, leading her to figure out how many days she was granted with him and instinctively she snuggled closer against him, not wanting to leave his side just yet nor anytime soon. Cosette giggled, the thought alone making her so happy that she could hardly contain it. And apparently … he was feeling the same. Or so she was led to assume when she felt something poke her. Instinctively, she moved her hips back against his, remembering the many lessons she had been taught by the men who brought her to this city, telling her exactly what this reaction meant and what she was expected to do. It meant he wanted to play and if she won she’d get a popsicle as a reward. Once again, the brunette giggled, rolling over excitedly in order to face him. She admired his features for a moment, loving the way his face softened when he was sleeping, before disappearing under the duvet all of a sudden, not wasting much time when her lips soon wrapped around his hard length.
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