We made it to the elevator without incident, but I sensed eyes on us every step of the way. Once inside, I took a deep breath.
“You remember what you’ll need to do?” he asked while nuzzling into my ear, the whisper soft enough if there were listening devices, no one would hear a word.
“Don’t worry. I’m a good little subbie. Remember?”
He laughed and pinched my nipple through the corset just as the elevator doors opened. A man stood waiting for us just inside, an indication Lucifer had been notified of our arrival.
He said nothing, simply leading us down a corridor. The same vibe of music was playing and as we passed several open-doored rooms, I noticed various ongoing BDSM activities. Butterflies swarmed my stomach as we walked by, a strange sense of unexpected desire swelling.
I was right about being watched, silent glances from the shadows creating an eerie vibe. They were all careful not to provide any opportunity to be recognized or remembered.
The masked man pointed toward another door, backing away almost immediately.
“Ah, Hunter. Very good to see you. And the lovely Miss Star. Welcome.”
There were other slaves inside, several on the floor by the masters’ feet. All with collars and leashes. While I should be disgusted by the sight as a few rubbed their faces against their master’s leg like a cat, I found myself fascinated. Two were without clothes, only the collar and a tail held in place by a butt plug.
The other girls were statues in the background, all tethered to their owners, their eyes as haunting as the realization that they’d lost hope in ever finding their way back to their past lives.
And none of them were my sister.
A cold chill drifted down my spine.
There were seven other men besides Lucifer, all in suits and wearing masks. There were others in the shadows, big hulking masses of men just like the ones who’d manhandled the girls.
Kendrick had his fingers wrapped around my leash, keeping a tight enough hold as if daring anyone to touch me.
A waitress approached and as expected, I wasn’t asked if I wanted anything to drink. This wasn’t about me other than one of the reasons I was here.
To take photographs.
The collar idea was brilliant, suggested by Chase, one of Kendrick’s friends and a DEA agent. With various bar height tables and few chairs, the men were standing, studying us while sipping on their drinks. I took the opportunity to take a few photographs by simply touching my collar.
While I felt eyes on me, I fell into the role, acting submissive while still rebellious enough to tug and pull at what I’d been forced to wear. Half the room was blocked off in shadows, the darkness oppressive.
The waitress was quick to bring the drink Kendrick had ordered, immediately disappearing.
“Gentlemen,” Lucifer began, lifting his glass. “Let’s have a toast.”
“What are you toasting to?” another asked.
“To new blood, of course.”
“New blood is always welcome,” another man said, the one who was paying close attention to everything I was doing.
“I appreciate the invitation, gentlemen, but I do have other business to attend to tonight. If there are any questions, I’d be happy to answer them for you.”
“How are you enjoying our beautiful city?” The question seemed far too benign.
“While I’ve been here many times before on business, I must admit I’m enjoying the scenery much more than I was before.” He fisted a handful of my hair and I hissed, even jerking my head. His eyes immediately flared, allowing the others to witness his displeasure with me. “You’ll need to excuse my beautiful Star. She’s just getting used to her place in my world.”
“Yes, it does take time. I use a cage at night by my bed. It helps with the anxiety.”
Unable to help myself, I threw the asshole a look.
That prompted Kendrick to wrap his hand around my throat, inching closer. “Be careful, my beautiful slave. Disrespect will not be tolerated.”
I acted as if I was going to rebut then looked away. “Yes, sir.” All an act. Or was it?
