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“Untrained I see,” Vincent said. “What are you calling it?”

I seethed behind the mask at him calling me an it.

“No name yet.” Elliott laughed. “We don’t know if we’re keeping her.”

I tensed. Elliott seemed too at ease here. Was he really Dane’s friend? Had I given in to an enemy or was he just playing the role expected of him? My mind raced, but then Dane spoke up.

“I call her mine.” He put his hand on my neck. “That’s all you need to know.”

“She can’t be just yours,” Vincent replied, his voice flat. “She’s here, and part of being here is negotiating. Now I’m curious as to what has you already owning her after a few days. Send her over to me.”

“Why tempt you with what I’m not willing to share,” Dane said in a curt tone.

“I bet you’ve been willing to give Elliott a taste,” Vincent pouted.

“I had a taste,” Elliott affirmed in a bored tone. “Why do you think I’m here now?” He chuckled, but Vincent didn’t join him this time.

My shoulders slumped. He may have been playing along, but his words still stung.

“You come out and see all our secrets,” Vincent grumbled. “But you want to keep your pet at the sampling party. Perhaps it would be better if you leave before the trade show.”

“Now, Vincent,” Elliott said. “There isn’t a rule that says you have to share with everyone. Dane already shared her with me. He’s keeping with protocol.”

“Elliott’s right,” Dane said. “I only share with those of my choosing. I don’t choose you.”

Silence stretched between them.

“Perhaps it would be better to show her off,” Elliott said, speaking up. “It’s harmless.”

Vincent coughed. “Thank you, Elliott. I was beginning to think Dane had lost himself. It was sure making me curious to see what was so special about her that has Dane so anxious.”

“We can show you there is nothing to get upset about,” Elliott said in a curt tone. It was an obvious warning to Dane.

I moved a little, trying to send my own signal to Dane that I’d do whatever he needed to keep the peace.

“Stand between my legs,” Dane instructed.

I did as I was told and kept my head low as Dane undid my corset and worked my thong down to the floor, leaving my body on display for anyone looking in our direction.

“Hmmm, she’s older, curvy.” Vincent spoke like I wasn’t there. “Is her pussy tight? Get her to bend over and let me feel it.”

“You won’t be finding out,” Dane said resolutely. He reached between my legs and stroked the cum he had left there, and I quivered. “She only needs to please me.”

My body trembled as I struggled to remain still and passive like the other women in the room. My only solace was that I was still masked.

“Look at the blush on her skin,” Vincent replied, ignoring Dane. “Kind of a sexy innocence there. Let me see if I can get you to negotiate, Dane. I’ll give you the building downtown, the contract with a redesign of my yachts, and a million if you give me the rest of the ride back to San Francisco with your plaything.”

I tensed. There was no way I’d go willingly.

“A night maybe,” Elliott said. “What do you think, Dane?”

“I’m not interested.” Dane pressed his hand on my shoulder to instruct me to get back into position. I didn’t hesitate to do so, though he left me nude. My mind was too preoccupied with the cavalier way in which Elliott was willing to use me.

“I don’t know why you’re being so insistent,” Dane said. “There are plenty of women around here, or men if you want one. I’ve never shared with you before, and I don’t want to do it now.”

“And why not?” Vincent asked.

“Because you break your playthings,” Dane said icily.

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