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Twenty minutes later, the car stopped, and my heart raced faster. I wanted to run, but knew there was no way out. I could go in there sniveling or head high and shoulders back. They would not break me. I wouldn’t allow it.

The driver offered his hand and helped me out of the car. I gasped when I saw the large estate in front of me.

Dean Smith walked down the stairs to greet me. He wore a tux, adding to my confusion at exactly what was happening tonight.

He offered his hand. I reached out for it and he brought it up to his lips, gently kissing mine gently. “You will not need your coat, my dear.” He motioned for me to give it to the driver.

I held onto it for a moment but did as I was told. As I stood there feeling exposed in the moonlight, a feeling I didn't understand, a sort of warmth moved over me. What lies beyond those doors?

“That's a good girl. Now, we have several guests who are very excited for our entertainment tonight.”

“Entertainment?” I asked as we stepped into a grand hall, and he stopped to grab a mask off the table.

“You, my dear, are tonight's star,” he said as he secured the mask over his face.

I gulped as I pushed back the tears. He led me down a hall and staircase to another hallway. At the end, we entered a larger room with one light in the middle of it. I heard noises from the edges of the room but couldn't see anyone.

“Shall we, my dear?” He offered his hand again. “You know what's at stake. Who knows, you might even find you enjoy it.”

I slipped my hand in his, already having made my decision. Enjoy it? What was he smoking? How many men were here? How many would do God knows what to me?

As we got closer to the middle of the room, a set of straps suspended from the ceiling caught my attention. The last few steps I had to force myself to take, and all I wanted was for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

He took the hand he held, raised it, and clipped the leather silk-lined cuff around my wrist. It didn't bite into my skin, and I was surprised to find I didn't hate the feel of it. He held the other restraint open, and I choked back a sob as I slid my other wrist in it. He tested to make sure they were both secure and nodded off to his right. I glanced in the same direction, seeing men in black dress suits, all wearing similar black masks to the dean.

The next thing I knew, someone jerked my hands up above my head. The dean held his hand out for whoever to stop. Rather than being firmly on my wedges, I felt like I was more on my tippy toes.

Dean Smith smiled as he reached his hand in his pocket. “Shall we begin?”

Voices around us sounded off with affirmation. He brought up a blindfold, and everything went black. It was then that I finally panicked.

What had I done? And why was my body covered in goosebumps as my breath quickened and I clamped my legs together? What the fuck was wrong with me?

4

OLIVER

I watched from my perch,knowing no one would touch her without my approval. She'd cost me a million dollars, but I knew she'd be worth it.

I made my way downstairs, and through the crowd that had formed around her. She reminded me of a scared kitten, the way she trembled. I came up behind her, and she turned her head, trying to find me. It excited me that she sensed my presence. I also didn't miss the fact that she clamped her legs together.

They had announced the rules before they brought her in. Everyone would get a touch, only certain members got to play. Some grumbled, knowing there would be no intercourse of any type unless I chose to partake. As much as I loved watching, I didn't like having an audience myself.

I traced my fingers up her arms, causing her to jump.

“Looks like my kitten lost her way,” I said in a low tone, trying to cover my faint English accent. I wasn't ready to let her know who I was.

She gasped, cursing under her breath when I nipped at her ear. “Be a good girl. Keep your words to yourself, we want to hear the sounds you make. I reached down and cupped her ass, enjoying the weight and curve of it. Maybe I should have taken care of myself earlier.

She bit her lip, trying to hide back a sob, but leaned into my embrace when I carefully ran a finger over the string of the thong I'd let her keep on. The goosebumps that erupted over her body made me wonder if she was enjoying being strung up on display for anyone to see.

This was going to be fun to watch. Drew handed me a bourbon as I went and took my seat. One that had a clear view of Natalie.

She stood there as straight as she could, teetering on her wedges, which I knew were her own. They suited her better than the stilettos would have, so I’d overlook her disobedience. This time.

Members of the Elite walked by, some caressing her, some pinching her through her clothing, and occasionally, a gasp would escape from that gorgeous mouth of hers.

After twenty minutes, Drew caught my attention, and I nodded. It was time to get this show on the road. While we had other girls here to take care of our needs, the only pussy I was sinking into tonight would be hers.

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