“You have excellent tastes, Mr. Cavanaugh. That’s Star. See how she shines.” Suddenly, Lucifer was behind me, chuckling as if this was all preplanned. “A true find and I would guess she’ll command a very high price.”
“I can see why,” I said, although I barely tossed him a glance. “Do you know anything about her?”
“What’s to know? She’s beautiful and willing to do what it takes to please a man. Her in a collar with you holding a leash.”
“She is lovely, although a bit arrogant.”
“Oh, no doubt. Definitely a girl who needs to be broken. It takes a very special client to handle someone of her fortitude.”
It was my turn to laugh. “Breaking a woman is my specialty.”
“Then I’ll be eager to see your bid.”
Was the bastard testing me even now? I couldn’t allow it to bother me. Instead, I returned to being absorbed in her beauty, blocking out the rest of the room. All noise. All activity. There was just the two of us.
And the intense connection I sensed she felt as well. Even as she was led toward a group of cages that had descended from the shadows of the ceiling, she’d taken a few seconds to tilt her head over her shoulder.
Her gaze wasn’t imploring, merely curious as to why the electric tether was so strong.
I remained on the edge of my seat, no longer surprised my cock was stiff, pressing against the tight confines of my trousers. Everything about her intrigued me from her stunning good looks to her defiance.
Even my balls ached from the sight of her alone.
Now I just needed to get her the hell out of here.
The dancing excited the crowd, several of the men now on their feet. The actuality of what was happening wasn’t just disturbing. It was reprehensible, disgusting in a way that challenged every sense of my moral code.
It appeared the women were challenging each other, each dance becoming a provocative representation of sexual intentions. But I sensed the girls had no clue what in the hell awaited them. I made mental note of the women as well, hoping my memory would serve me well enough to have sketches drawn of them. Maybe a discovery of their identities would also provide information about the members.
I might not have been able to identify a single man of yet, but there was no ignoring that they were predatory beasts.
And I’d been required to become one of them. I was reminded of the game that was being played, a test of my mettle and how far I was willing to go, not only to display my sadistic proclivities, but also the willingness to harbor a secret.
For life.
If exposed, I could only imagine the ripple effect.
What troubled me was that at Lucifer’s suggestion, I did have the imagery of Reese in a collar and heels. And nothing else but the leash in my hand. While I shook the image away, I had a feeling it would haunt me for some time to come.
The dance continued for several minutes until finally the cages were lowered.
Then the bidding war began.
I sat idly by, watching the men in action, most silent in their endeavor to purchase a slave. But there were a few who’d obviously had too much to drink, tossing out abhorrent slurs to the women.
My anger was only increasing.
I did find it interesting those men were chastised by one of several bouncers keeping watch on the festivities. Lucifer was smart enough to know disgruntlement led to betrayal.
Suddenly, the bidders were given the opportunity to touch the merchandise before making a final decision.
In watching the way they manhandled the women, it took everything I had not to intervene. Their breasts were fondled, nipples pinched. Hands were placed between their legs. I watched in both disgust and fascination.
When one of the girls tried to pull away, she was quickly tossed over the man’s lap.
“You know the rules. Now, you will suffer the consequences.” He ripped up the edge of her dress exposing her naked bottom, proceeding to spank her as if the woman was nothing but a bad little girl.
It wasn’t long before she was sobbing, writhing on his lap.
