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I’m not naive enough to believe she’s the only person being kept here. It changes things, though. I can’t simply escape on my own and leave “Fifi,” or other captives, behind.

Raul leads me upstairs and into a lavish bedroom in the east wing of the mansion. I observe everything I can on the way. Anything could come in handy when the time comes to make my move.

Shutting the door behind us, Raul gestures to the bed. “Since you’re new to all of this, I’ll explain to you how it’s going to work,” he says. “Get up on the bed. When I uncuff your ankles, you’ll spread your legs.” He narrows his eyes at me. “I’mnotgoing to uncuff your wrists, so don’t even think you can pull anything. Got it, slut?”

Fuck. The word‘slut’echoes in my head and makes me grow hot and fuzzy. I hate that I’m turned on by something as fucking simple as a bit of degradation.

It doesn’t help that Raul is hot. He’s exactly my type, just taller than me with short brown hair and piercing green eyes, with the physique of someone who works out on occasion — not enough to be overly muscled, but enough to stay fit.

If he were somebody I’d met at a BDSM club, I would have been happy to kneel for him. But the whole human trafficker thing kills most of my interest.

“Well?” Raul demands. “Are you going to obey?”

I want to say something sarcastic, but I’ve already pushed my luck for today. I need to survive the next few days or weeks, so I can’t risk getting beaten and broken.

“Yes,Sir,” I say, getting onto the bed. I lie down on my back, my shoulders straining against the uncomfortable position.

“Yes, ‘Master,’” Raul corrects me. He’s already breathless, even as he approaches me like a predatory cat. He pushes the bottom hem of my shirt up, slowly stroking my cock. “I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun together, Misha.”

“Yes, Master,” I grit out. I bite my lip and try to will my cock not to react. I just came barely half an hour ago. I’m not some fucking desperate teenager who gets hard this fast.

My back is burning from the whipping, though, reminding me just how well Raul had wielded the whip, and how he’d managed to strike me perfectly, hitting that sweet spot between pain and pleasure.

“Good slut,” Raul says. “Man, I’ve been looking for someone like you for so long. I thought I’d find someone at one of the clubs, you know?” He shakes his head and laughs, running a hand through his hair. “But I guess that wasn’t meant to be.” He fixes me with an intent, disturbing look. “Do you believe in fate, Misha?”

“No,” I answer truthfully. “I believe in setting my own course.” I spread my legs wider and look away from him. “Go on, do what you want to do.”

I hear the sound of the side table’s drawer opening and closing, then the ominous click of a lube bottle being opened.

To my surprise, though, he doesn’t press lubed-up fingers to my hole. Instead, he wraps a slick hand around my cock, starting to jerk me off. “I want to hear you beg for me like the slut you are. I want you tomeanit.”

I swallow a groan. I don’t want to give him what he wants. He doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve my submission, no matter how good he is with a whip, no matter how many of my buttons he pushes.

“Just think,” Raul murmurs, his skilled fingers bringing me to half mast with unsettling ease. “You would’ve been just another foot soldier, another fucking peon. Probably would’ve died within the first year, too. This way…” He shudders, his other hand going to unfasten the button of his own pants. “I don’t think you have to worry about me getting tired of you any time soon.”

I don’t tell him that I’m glad about that. Not because I want to be his slave, but because I need to stay alive.

Raul pauses with his hand over the head of my cock. I moan and unconsciously raise my hips—and push my back harder against the bed sheets. The pain only makes the pleasure ratchet up, and I bite my lip to prevent more sounds from escaping.

He doesn’t accept that, though. He strokes me more firmly, squeezing my cock until I cry out. “That’s right, slut,” he tells me roughly. “Don’t bother holding anything back. I’m going to see it all when I take you apart and put you back together again. Fuck, I think you were made for this.” He laughs, but there’s something to it that gives me pause — something uncertain, I think, that tells me he may not be as confident as he wants me to believe he is.

“I am,” I answer, turning my head away from him. “That doesn’t mean I was made foryou.”

Fuck, I should just play along. I should be the perfect slave for him so I can get through this as smoothly as possible.

But I’ve never been one to submit easily. I like being forced into submission, having the push-and-pull between me and the dom to keep both of us on our toes.

Unfortunately, he’s the type to enjoy the same.

“We’ll see,” Raul says, squeezing my cock again before releasing me.

Before I can be grateful for the fact that I didn’t come again, though, he has his pants around his ankles in one quick flick of his other wrist. I hadn’t even noticed him unzipping them, but I should’ve been paying more attention because then I might have seen it coming.

He pushes me down onto my back, putting pressure on the places where the whip had sliced into my flesh. As I cry out from that, he shoves his cock into my unprepared ass.

I scream and arch my back. The pain is intense, my body completely unused to taking anything dry.

Raul doesn’t care at all. If anything, he looks even more turned on, and he drives into me hard. He starts thrusting, holding my thighs just enough to keep me from writhing too much.

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