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Her shoulders actually slumped in the cutest way, a tight scowl forming on her lips as she regarded me with all the disdain in the world. With a devilish smirk, I realized how I could continue this fun little game we were playing.

“Lie down,” I ordered, the dark tone in my voice giving no room for disobedience.

Her body remained stiff and tense as she found the audacity to actually glare at me. I leaned forward, and my grip on the bars of her cage became so tight I thought I might rip them apart just for the crime of separating her from me. I tilted my head a little to the side as the intensity of our staring contest grew beyond inferno, warning her that if she didn’t obey, I’d pull her out of that cage, bend her over it, and fuck her until she screamed loud enough to wake the entire warehouse.

Lowering her eyes to the floor, she lay down on her back, wincing when her sore body touched the padding. Her knees were still up with her feet tucked against her ass, hiding all of the goods from me. I simply wouldn’t have that.

“Spread your knees,” I continued, a dark need beginning to come over me.

She looked like she wanted to scream as her little hands balled into tight fists at her sides, but she did as she was told, slowly spreading her knees and giving me access to the most perfect pussy I had ever encountered. I felt a surge of pride fill me as the memory of pounding into her suddenly made my dick grow even harder than it already was.

“Perfect,” I praised as I was half tempted to just take her right there, not giving a fuck if I woke every damn slave up.

I made her lay like that for several minutes, the most delectable part of her body completely exposed and vulnerable, making now an excellent time for her to demonstrate her obedience.

“You’re to finish all of your meals from now on, do you understand? I won’t have my generosity squandered.”

“I understand,” she muttered through gritted teeth.

“Good.”

I continued the awkward silence for a few more beats, letting her know I was completely comfortable with just leaning here, watching her, daring her to move.

“What are you?” I finally asked.

Now I was just challenging her, secretly hoping she’d fuck up so I’d have another reason to punish her, but we both knew I didn’t need a reason. I just liked having one.

“A slave,” she said right on cue, no hesitation, no refusal, and God, if it wasn’t one of the most satisfying things I’d heard all day.

Her defiance was sexy, but forcing her into submission was so much more satisfying. I wanted more of it, wanted her crawling on her hands and knees between my legs as I fucked her mouth, wanted her bent over my lap while I spanked the life out of her, wanted her chained to my bed while I fucked her tight little pussy until she knew nothing else but me and my cock.

But why did I want that?

I could easily have any woman I wanted, all of them more than willing to be mine, yet I found myself wanting a woman who wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. Maybe that was what made it so hot. She’d have no choice in the matter.

The idea of actually owning a person was intriguing. I had many clients who now owned dozens of women, but I had never partaken in the luxury of such. I didn’t have the time. I was the busiest person I knew and never had the time or the patience to maintain a relationshipwith anyone. A good fuck was all I needed, and I could easily get that anytime, anywhere. I could even get my real satisfaction with breaking the errant slave here and there and be on my way. I had everything I could ever want or need right at my fingertips. So why did it suddenly feel like something was lacking?

I leaned into her cage, staring deep into those bright and burning amber eyes as she gazed up at me, fear and anger all in one seeping from her face. I loved it. I loved every single bit of it. But then I wondered what those eyes would look like when they finally became hollow and empty from the undeniable years of torment she would receive as her potential buyer’s sex slave.

The idea of it instantly had me raging inside. She’d be caged like a wild tiger at a zoo for the rest of her life. Caging was one thing, but taming was entirely different. At least the fire was still alive, just well controlled. And I liked the idea. I suddenly realized I didn’t want this girl to be fully broken. I enjoyed her fire far too much to simply extinguish it for good. I wanted to feel the burn so I could snuff it out with my own ice and melt her to the ground.

“Good girl,” I finally whispered and left her like that, my footsteps echoing in the hall as I walked out of the door, leaving her in the dark where she belonged. For now.

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What the fuck was that?

I sat up, tucking my legs to my chest, and rested my cheek on top of my knees. I felt ill. My heart pounded in my chest, my head ached with confusion, and fear laced through my blood like a poison, burning through every single vein.

Why had he come? What did he want?

I wanted to question him so fucking bad. But I wanted to punch his face in with my fists even more. My palms were now aching from the pressure of my fingers digging in from clutching them too tightly. He noticed. I could see the smirk on his face, even in the dark. He was a cruel man, and I suddenly wondered if there were men out there worse than he was. I was sure of it. I just hoped they weren’t among the buyers at the auction.

I lay down on my side and curled into myself, holding my legs tight to my chest as I fought against the tears that threatened to spill. I woke from the worst nightmare I had ever had to find the man I feared the most watching me from outside my cage, obviously enjoying the view.

At that moment, I wanted Jason more than I wanted to breathe. I wanted him to hold me and tell me everything would be okay so I didn’t have to be this damn strong anymore. It was exhausting, and I felt my tightly sewn threads begin to thin and snap under the constant torment of this place. I wanted out. I wanted to go home, but those choices were not on the menu. In fact, there wasn’t even a menu for me to choose from anymore. It hadbeen taken from me several days ago, but I wasn’t going to give up on getting it back. I wasn’t done yet. I couldn’t be.

Tears finally broke free of my emotional fence as they slowly slid down the side of my face. I silently cried myself back to sleep.

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