Page 20 of Broken Dreams

I mean that in the best of ways. I love the sound of his voice.

The omegas stare at me as I walk to the dressing area, while I ignore them to sit down and begin blowing out my hair. Giving into their attention doesn’t benefit me, and Bret wants me to be uncomfortable. If I pretend I can’t see them, I can simply do the tasks needed.

At some point, Linus takes the blow dryer away from me, and as I force myself to focus, I see my hair's completely dry. Losing time is the only way I’m going to get through tonight.

“I’m going to do space buns,” he mutters under his breath. “It’ll keep anyone from pulling on your hair. I’ve noticed it’s something Saxon likes to do when he’s in charge of carrying out punishments.”

He’s not wrong. Along with being a guard, he’s Bret’s enforcer as well. When people are out of line, he typically has Saxon take his place to dole out humiliating punishments. I found out quickly why he does this when Bret beat the fuck out of me in his anger.

He can’t afford to lose control or hurt me so much that I can’t go through my heat without being black and blue. The caning across my ass and thighs will hurt, but it’ll heal within the next three weeks with the help of arnica cream.

Bret is trying to keep his cash cow healthy even in the face of his anger. I won’t thank him for it, though. I’d rather be beaten so badly he won’t be able to sell me. That’s how much I despise my heats.

One day, I’ll die as a sex slave. I know it. There’s no way out from this.

Sitting quietly, I watch as Linus parts my hair, brushes it, and then I lean forward so he can braid up my scalp before he wraps the hair into space buns and secures it with pins. His hands are shaking slightly, showing how upset he is about this.

Giving him a sad smile, I wink at him before I do my makeup and shoo him away.

“I love you,” he whispers in my ear before he leaves. It’s the first time Linus has ever said the words out loud. Fuck, that scares me unlike anything else could. Those words don’t belong in a place like this, but it doesn’t keep me from feeling the same way.

I love you too, I think. Bret walks into the dressing room just as Linus passes him, almost surprised to see that I’m almost ready.

Did he think I’d be crying or something?I’ll take anything he can throw at me, he can’t hurt me.

If he’d decided to use Linus against me, that would have been a different story. So far the idiot hasn’t thought to do that, for which I’m very grateful to the universe.

Finishing with my makeup, I gaze at my dark eyeshadow, full painted lips, and naked body. This is as good as it gets, I guess. Standing, I turn to face Bret who gazes evilly at me as he shows me a very large butt plug with a knot on the end.

“I hope you can find some slick for me, little whore,” he says. “Turn around and put your hands on the table. Spread your legs wide.”

Taking a breath as I stare at the monster plug, I swallow hard and do as he says. There are still people in the room going about their business, but they’re no longer talking. Instead, they all watch as they pretend to do their makeup.

Fuck, I don’t think I’m going to be able to do this without crying. Thinking about Linus going down on me or Alpha Sanchez, I force myself to slick as I hold onto the table.

“You really are a fucking whore,” he grunts, spreading my ass wide as he coats the plug in the slick I was able to manifest.

Otherwise I’d be dry as a bone. I’ve never been in a situation like this in the sixteen years I’ve been here. This is a new low even for Bret. He’s not gentle as he shoves the plug into my ass. I can’t get myself to slick anymore, so I grit my teeth as I force myself to relax and not lock up.

It still hurts. Fuck does it burn as I drop my head to take the thick plug.

“Julissa, you’re watching us awfully hard,” Bret drawls as he twists the toy before pushing it in deeper.

“No, no, sir,” she says quickly. “I’m just finishing up. May I go?”

“I have to go speak to Saxon actually,” he says, surprising her. “Come take over and get this thing inside of Makayla. Don’t use lube. I’ll know if you did. I want to hear her scream or you’ll join her tonight. Is that clear?”

Fuck. I doubt he’d force her into a punishment for not making me scream, but he just ensured that she’ll be extra cruel. Julissa has been at Slick Dreams for four years or so that I can tell since time seems to move oddly as we rarely get to see the sun or a calendar.

All that means is that she’s seen enough to know she should give it her best shot.

“Yes, sir,” she whispers.

As he strides out of the room, she walks over to me tentatively.

“Just do it,” Star hisses. “Better her than us.”

The damn thing is halfway inside of me, stretching me uncomfortably. Unfortunately, I know if I move the wrong way it’ll slide right back out because it’s not far enough inside of me to stay. I really don’t want to go through this again.

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