Page 68 of Under His Heel

Nadia stood up, stretched her limbs lightly, and nodded. “Yes, sir.” Her gaze landed on Alex and she hesitated briefly, but then she left, completely unselfconscious about her nudity. She did have more body hair than Alex: a thin strip of hair leading to her pierced and bound pussy. When she stood he could see that her nipples were pierced too.

“So let’s get started! We’ve got a grab-bag of toys for you to use here, and there are hooks in the ceiling as well as a number of other tools. The only rule is nothing that Claude can’t recover from,” the announcer said. Several people shouted suggestions; Alex had to force himself not to listen, because they were freaking him out. He whimpered when Tracht removed his finger, denying Alex that distraction.

Nadia came back with the desired bag. She got on her knees to hand it off to Fontaine, who kissed her briefly on the lips. “Good girl. Go make nice with Alex for a bit while Lina and I figure out our plan.”

“Yes, sir.” Nadia brought her cushion closer to Alex and sat down next to him. “Hi.”

“Uh. Hi.”

She smiled a bit crookedly, and Alex thought it was a shame that she was so pierced, because she could easily have been pretty otherwise.

“These parties are a bit overwhelming your first few times,” she said in a low voice, “but so hot once you get used to them.”

Alex didn’t know what to say to that. He hoped he’d never get used to this crap. He risked a glance at the stage and blanched when he saw the Claude guy getting his oversized balls paddled.

“If you say so,” Alex mumbled. He wrapped his arm around Tracht’s leg.

Nadia slid closer and put her hand on Alex’s thigh. “You aren’t actually bad looking. I wasn’t sure. I like the scar.”

Was she seriously coming on to him? Alex glanced up at Tracht, but he was absorbed in watching the stage. Well, fine then. Whatever.

“Did the piercings hurt?” Alex asked. He risked touching her nipple, and she grinned.

“Yeah. Do it harder.”

Okay. Getting freaky with the freaky girl. Alex let go of Tracht and cupped both of her breasts, squeezing tight. His hands looked dark against her pale skin—she really was only just a shade away from milky white. Her nipples were a dusky pink, and if not for the golden hoops through them Alex would have had fun playing with them. He liked the shape of her breasts, fairly small but fitting easily in his hands.

She started to return the favor, petting his chest and pinching his nipples. “Can I kiss you?”

Alex didn’t know how that would work out with all her lip piercings, but Tracht was still not even looking, so Alex nodded and leaned forward to meet her halfway. It was a little bit awkward, feeling the metal against his lips, but once he closed his eyes and their tongues twisted around each other it didn’t feel any different from other women he’d kissed.

It didn’t feel much like kissing Tracht. Something about the taste. Or maybe it was just her tongue piercing. Maybe it was that she didn’t try to violate his mouth.

He felt a sharp tug on his hair and he yelped, breaking apart from Nadia.

“Getting ahead of yourself,” Tracht said. “We’re up soon. Stand up.”

Alex scowled and stood. Nadia got a grope in and openly stared up his skirt while Tracht removed the cock cage.

Tracht stood and settled his hands on Alex’s waist. “I look forward to showing you off,” he murmured. “Torturing Dubois will be a bonus.” He closed in to kiss Alex, and Alex turned his head away. He got Tracht’s lips near his ear instead, whispering, “Your dinner is going to get smaller if you keep this up.”

“Everybody’s staring,” Alex said. He could hear the whine in his own voice and hated it. He knew that begging wouldn’t make a difference.

“That is the point.” Tracht bit Alex’s ear hard, then soothed the bite with gentle licks. “Now come on. The stage awaits us.”

They made their way to the stage. There were a couple of catcalls as Alex walked past, and one person slapped his ass. Too quick for Alex to know who had done it. He felt sleezier now than he had at any point on the ship, even when Tracht had paraded him around at the gym.

Claude’s arms were chained to a ceiling hook, two guards standing just behind him. He was covered in a thin layer of sweat, come stained his chest, and his face was red. His mouth was still gagged. He glared hard at Tracht. Tracht stepped up to him and wrapped a hand across Claude’s neck.

Claude gave a surprised sound, and the glare melted away into panic. Tracht must have been squeezing his neck, denying him air.

“You’ve probably forgotten,” Tracht said, his voice amplified by the stage, “but the first time we met, you stole a contract from under my feet. Your company consistently underbid me. I’ve wondered, time and time again, how you could do it.” He let go.

Claude breathed in loudly through his nose. Tracht slapped him across the face, jolting him sideways and making the chains rattle. If not for the chains he probably would have fallen. Alex tried to gauge how hard Tracht had hit, if he’d ever used that much force on Alex, but it all boiled down to Alex being really glad that he wasn’t in Claude’s shoes.

“Before I start, do you have anything to say for yourself?” Tracht removed the gag.

“Johannes—please. I was nothing but nice to you,” Claude begged. “I helped you in your early days!”

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