six

This person is so weird. It's 3 in the morning and he's sitting there on the sofa staring at me as I stand in front of him in some red laced lingerie. The pattern were the only things that actually hid anything, other than that it was exposing me from everywhere. Lexus spared me a glance every once in a while and typed something on his laptop.

"Next." His words as monotonous as usual as he demanded I change into the next pair. This is so weird. I've been at it for the past hour.

"Aren't you tired?" I asked and he lifted his head to look at me, "Shouldn't you sleep?"

"I have insomnia. I can't sleep even if I wanted to." He looked back down at his laptop screen, "Next."

I pursed my lips and picked up the next pair of underwear and went to the bathroom beside the bar to change. At least he wasn't making me change in front of him. I took off the pair I was wearing and changed into another one. This one had a similar design to the previous one but was in black. After changing I went back in the lounge and stood in front of him. This time he kept staring at me. It was making me uncomfortable but what choice did I have?

"Come here." He said and folded his arms, I gulped and walked over to him, he gestured me to sit next to him with his eyes. I did as I was told and suddenly he groped my left breast with his right hand. Instinctively, although I shouldn't have, I slapped his left cheek, harder than I thought I did.

His face moved with the impact and I realized what I had done but I was so scared I couldn't even apologize.

"I-I..."

He turned his face towards me and glared at me with his piercing gaze.

"Did my slave just slap me?" I zipped my lips, but contrary to my expectations he smirked. "Go. You can sleep in any room you want. " He then got up, "You can do whatever you want but you can't leave the penthouse." He glanced at me, "Understand?" He began walking out of the lounge.

"Yes." I nodded and got up as well, "I didn't mean to." He stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

"But you did."

"Instinctively."

"Well your instincts must be really bad then, they didn't kick in when you were being sold to the auction."

"I had no option there."

"And you have no option here as well." He began ascending the stairs, "Do that again, and you'll regret it."

I went to the bathroom and grabbed the dress I was wearing and then went up.

The second floor was similar to the first, just that instead of the kitchen there were two bedrooms and instead of the bar there was the master bedroom. The lounge was smaller than the one below and had a black large piano placed at the end, next to the wall. The bathroom was next to the master bedroom. I walked to the room at the end, it was a small bedroom with a single bed and a dressing table. The rest of the room was empty. It felt more empty than it should be, even for an unused room. The bed still had a blanket so I decided to take off the lingerie since it didn't really belong to me and sleep naked.

Plus, I didn't want to ruin the only dress I had.

Sleep came to me faster than I had expected and I drifted into sleep immediately. I honestly was just glad that some old alcoholic fat man didn't end up buying me. This was far less dangerous than what I had expected, or was I deceiving myself?