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Master J suddenly lifted his glass off her back. “Good job tonight, Lily. You may rise but do so gracefully. Finish with an inspection pose, standing tall, feet apart, hands clasped behind your head.”

She fought the intense need to moan as every muscle in her body hurt with the movement, but she managed to rise as smoothly as possible. The pain caused by lifting her arms was almost unbearable after so much time spent straining her biceps.

“Lily,” he admonished. “You’re too sloppy. Gaze down. Elbows back. Shoulders back. Tits high.”

She was trembling as she struggled to obey him. Luckily, he didn’t comment on her shaking body.

He did reach out and crudely stroke her nipples, though, not stopping until they were once again hard points. He smirked. “You like that, don’t you, little slut?”

It was the first time he’d required her to speak in hours. “Yes, Sir.”

He tapped them again and again before he stood back and groaned. “Damn, I’d love to keep you for myself.” He turned and headed toward the basement door. “Come, slave. Let’s get you secured for the night.” He chuckled. “We can’t have you playing with those tits and rubbing your cunt in the night.”

She trailed behind him, focusing on the fact that she would finally be permitted to sleep for a few hours. He was delusional if he thought he needed to restrain her wrists and ankles to keep her from masturbating. Who in their right mind would want to play with themselves in this situation?

Master J didn’t even care that he woke the others with his instructions as they reached the room where all six girls slept on cots. “On your back, slut. Stretch your arms and legs out.” He wrapped the nylon cuffs to her wrists and ankles like he did every night. “Don’t tug. If I find your skin chaffed in the morning, you’ll spend the day in the kennel. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She didn’t breathe until the scratchy blanket was draped over her body and his footsteps could no longer be heard on the stairs. The basement was cold and unfinished. Concrete and wood framing. She wished she could speak to the other women, but it was forbidden, and there were a dozen cameras on them, their red lights shining from every angle.

Roselia knew there was a microphone for every camera. If any of them spoke a word, they would suffer the consequences the next day. She wouldn’t dare do anything but close her eyes, take deep breaths, and let her mind focus on Marco’s smile as she fell asleep.

Chapter One

One month later…

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“Welcome home.”

Roselia’s skin crawled as she stepped into the massive kitchen of her new Master’s estate. She didn’t dare lift her gaze to take in the specifics, but she knew the room was huge, modern, and very clean.

She stood shivering. It was warmer in the kitchen, but it had been cold outside, and she was naked.

“I know it’s late, but I think it’s important for me to go over the rules and my expectations for you.” He had one hand on the leash attached to her collar, and he gave it a tug. “Come.”

As if she had any other options. He nearly dragged her out of the kitchen, down a dark-paneled hallway, and into what she assumed was what rich people called a study or a library.

After hauling her to the middle of the room, he stopped, rounded behind her, and removed the collar. The leash fell away with it.

For one brief moment, she was so relieved. Maybe he wouldn’t leave her collared. She hadn’t worn a collar under Master J’s care. It had only been put on her tonight for the demonstration and transfer of ownership.

Her relief was short-lived, however, because moments later, her new Master wrapped something else around her neck. It was thick and heavy. Black leather. He adjusted it several times until he was pleased and then somehow locked it. She heard the key turn before he rounded to her front, held the key up to show her, and tucked it in his pocket.

She couldn’t control her breathing. Why was it so heavy? Something bulky was in front of her throat at the front of it. It felt like it was stabbing into her neck.

He smiled. “Fits perfectly. I knew you would be small, but I was worried I might have gotten it too large.” He narrowed his gaze, making her realize she was looking directly at him. Looking at her new Master was forbidden. Shit.

Roselia jerked her gaze to the floor.

“That’s better, Lily.” His voice was oddly kind, not in a way that was trustworthy. No. His tone warned of the fact that if she crossed him, he might snap in less than a nanosecond. “I read the notes regarding your training. I know it was brief. You only have about four months of training. That’s not ideal, but you’re so very pretty that I couldn’t resist purchasing you. I hope you won’t be any trouble.”

She swallowed. He hadn’t asked her a direct question, so she kept her mouth shut.

He turned and strolled to sit in an armchair several feet away. He leaned back casually and crossed one leg over the other. Everything in this scenario was surreal, but then again, her entire life had been unfathomable for four months.

“I know you’re curious. It’s a shock collar.”

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