Page 64 of Under His Heel

“Yes, sir. Several guests have arrived already. If you could sign in here…”

Nick would have killed to live in a place like this. Maybe he actually was living in luxury right now; that rich girlfriend of his was probably a sugar mama, funding Nick’s lavish excesses.

The elevator buttons only showed every other floor, which Alex took to mean that each condo spanned two floors.

Their eventual destination was the only apartment on the floor. The door was propped open, and Tracht knocked briefly before stepping inside. Alex was tempted to turn around and run back to the ship, but—no, he’d get stopped wearing these clothes out in public, and his stomach was starting to complain loudly about being empty.

The place was done up super fancy, with leather couches and clean lines and some garish paintings that Alex assumed were probably worth more than his entire debt.

A butler greeted them. “Sir, everybody has convened in the great room. If you would follow me.”

He didn’t spare Alex a second glance. Alex hadn’t felt this invisible in a long time, but invisible was probably better than getting stared at.

They went down the hall, which opened up into a large entertaining area. Alex’s entire childhood apartment could have fit in the room three times over. The floor was gleaming white tile. By the far wall, a small stage had been set up. A bar stood to the left, tended by a woman in a very tight top and mini skirt, and various tables and couches were set up around the rest of the room. People were already scattered all around; a lot of them were clearly bondservants like Alex, wearing skimpy outfits with their servant collars starkly visible.

“Ah, Captain Tracht!”

Alex shuddered when he heard Singh’s voice. She was sitting on one of the couches with a well-dressed blonde man next to her and a woman between their legs on the floor.

Tracht gave a curt wave and walked over to her. Alex followed, only because he felt safer sticking close to Tracht.

“Dr. Singh. And Dr. Fontaine, it’s nice to see you again.”

The blonde man—Fontaine—stood up and shook Tracht’s hand. The man was seriously tall, a full head taller than Tracht. Singh was tiny next to him.

“Really, Tracht, no need for formalities. Especially not here,” Fontaine said, clapping Tracht’s shoulder. He motioned to the seat next to where he and Singh were sitting. “Please, join us. Lina was telling me about some of what went on during your trip.” His eyes roamed over Alex, and Alex realized that ‘Lina’ was Singh, and that she must have been detailing his visits with her.

Alex clenched his hands and tried to tamp down the fury. Averting his gaze to avoid doing something stupid, his eyes landed on the woman sitting on the floor at Singh’s feet.

She was blindfolded, and her hands were cuffed to her ankles. She had drawn up her knees to her chin which had sort of hidden the fact that she was naked—Alex had assumed she was wearing a skirt or underwear or something, but no. Naked.

Well, unless you counted the piercings. And she had a lot of piercings. Her black hair was shaved along the sides, exposing her multi-pierced ears. At least five on each ear. A stud in her nose, two rings on her left eyebrow. Four rings on her lips—two on the top lip, two on the bottom.

“Stop staring, Alex,” Tracht barked, startling Alex. Tracht had sat down, and there was a cushion next to his feet. No need to wonder what he wanted.

Alex went to sit down and pressed his head against Tracht’s knee.

Fontaine was back on the couch, his arm stretched out behind Singh. She had one hand on his thigh, while the other one was casually stroking the naked woman’s head.

“Lina and I had a few ideas for tonight,” Fontaine said. “With your permission, of course, but we thought it might be fun to see your Alex breed our Nadia.”

What the hell? Alex tensed and tried to pull away from Tracht, but Tracht immediately pulled on his hair to keep him in place.

The naked woman didn’t even flinch.

“I am a little intrigued. I am sure that Alex is missing ‘pussy,’ as he calls it.”

No. That wasn’t what Alex meant. And all the piercings on the naked woman—she had to be Nadia—were reminding Alex too much of the woman with the forked tongue. She freaked him out more than anything.

“How long has it been since Nadia has had a proper cock in her?” Singh asked Fontaine. She tapped on Nadia’s shoulder, and Nadia started shuffling around until she was kneeling forward, her shoulders touching the floor and her ass in the air, facing Singh and Fontaine. Singh patted Nadia’s ass and then ran her fingers along Nadia’s crack.

Alex was pretty sure that lesbians were supposed to be hot. But watching Singh touching this woman was filling him with dread, not turning him on.

“Hmm. I’ve mostly been keeping her locked up. I used her ass a few times,” Fontaine said. “I thought it would be more fun to keep her wanting while you were gone.”

Singh smiled and leaned over to kiss Fontaine on the lips briefly. “You are so right. Nadia, how desperate for cock are you?”

Nadia groaned. “Please. I need it.”

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