Bankrupt rival's daughter

I start working as soon as she leaves. The matching manacles, ankle cuffs and **** collar come with D-rings that make attaching chains easy. I bolt another of these rings to each of the legs of her bed and the last to the headboard right in the middle right above her head. To a casual observer, the changes I made are invisible, but it will make securing my pretty captive even easier. I hide the box with all the hardware under her bed and leave the room looking the same as I found it.

To the jeweler's box with the gold hoops, I add a needle and one of those **** swab packets. I know Alison said I could do whatever I wanted, but I don't want to have to take her to a clinic in a week or two because her ear got infected.

A little after noon, I hear someone using the outside steps. Usually, Alison makes it a point to come in through the kitchen, but I know that it's her by the lightness of the steps. Sure enough, a minute later I hear the shower running and then a few minutes after that the hairdryer. I give her a little more time, but when she still doesn't come downstairs by one o'clock, I decide she's expecting me to come find her. Sure enough, I find her waiting in her room dressed in a black cocktail dress covered with sparkling sequins. With her hair up and the scowl on her face, she looks for all the world like an Imperial debutante out of Sparrowhawks books. I notice with interest that my young tenant has removed her earrings.

“I know you, Sir Patterson.” She breaks the silence with enough information for me to follow along. “You own a commodity trading firm, like my father. Did he send you here with a message for me?”

“My corporation does trade in interstellar commodities.” I lick my lips in anticipation at how sexy she looks. “But unlike your father's pathetic company, my ventures are always profitable.” She glares at me at my implied criticism of her father crossing her arms nervously. “Of course, your father handicaps his traders with his outdated notions of chivalry and justice.” As I talk, I step closer to her, and I can see her nervousness grow. “My most profitable trade items are the heavy metals mined on the prison planets of the Hardin system, and of course the lovely pleasure slaves purchased from the flesh-auctions of Arakis.”

“Buying and selling human beings is fundamentally wrong.” Alison seems to be on surer ground now. “The sooner the Empire bans this heinous practice the better it will be for everyone.”

“That may be, Miss Miller, but for now the practice is not only allowed but endorsed by the Imperial court.” I stroke her blonde hair softly as I let her know her fate. “You, my dear, are prime evidence of this important truth.”

“What are you talking about?” The scorn in Alison's tone is mixed with a growing fear, and the way her arms tighten have the unintentional but delightful consequence of lifting her breasts within the loose top.

“As of three weeks ago, Miss Miller, your father's company was declared bankrupt and by order of the emperor, its assets have been sold to make good its many creditors.” The way Alison shakes her head in denial almost makes me believe that this is indeed the hapless daughter of a bankrupt merchant prince. I decide to up the stakes. “In addition to the spacecraft, loading docks and warehouses that I do not need there were a few other items of interest. You,” I keep my voice calm even as my cock twitches in my pants, “your lovely mother and even your little sister, although at fifteen she is a little young for my tastes, were all part of the assets that were sold to pay your father's debts.”

“You didn't!” But I did, and she knows it.