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“Belinda, my sweet…show my newest pet how I like my cock sucked.”
    Without hesitation, Belinda undid the belt encircling his waist and gently released his erect member. It sprang free, bold and hard, stabbing toward Belinda’s open mouth. I watched in shock as Omar threaded his fingers through her dark tresses and jammed his cock into her mouth until it surely banged the back of her throat. My cheeks heated at the obscene display but I couldn’t look away. She slid her plump lips over the crown of his erection, sucking hard and groaning as if it gave her just as much pleasure as him to suck him off. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and worked him until his hips began to flex against her, pumping into her mouth as if he were plunging his cock into her folds. “That’s it, sweet pet,” he murmured in a sultry tone, obviously enjoying the view of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth covered in her saliva. I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut and block out what I was seeing but a slow, pervasive warmth had begun to steal into my bones, starting at the pit of my stomach and spreading south. My breathing became shallow and I was caught between two divergent desires: one to make it stop and another wanting more. I was horrified by my reaction to this degradation, sickened to the morrow of my bones that I would suffer even a flicker of desire at such a display. Omar’s moan sent tendrils of something I couldn’t define twisting through me, dragging me closer to that part of myself that I didn’t want to acknowledge. Lord save me, I was becoming aroused! I forced my eyes shut, to deny myself this sick pleasure, but the carnal sound of sucking and Omar’s grunts popped my eyes once again just in time to watch Omar cum down Belinda’s throat.
    “That’s it, my lovely! Take it all! Take my seed, my beautiful little whore,” Omar demanded in a harsh cry. “Yessss!”
    Belinda’s throat worked to swallow what he’d poured into her mouth and then when she’d finished every drop, she lovingly and gently cleaned his cock with her tongue before rocking back on her heels and lowering her head once more. Omar, a small satisfied smile on his face, tucked his cock away and turned to me. “You see, Belinda has learned her place in life. And she is rewarded for her good and obedient behavior with treats and beautiful baubles.” He glanced at his man. “See to it Belinda receives her choice in jewels from my vault.”
    “It will be done,” the man responded in a deep, gravely voice that boomed from his barrel chest.
    I swallowed, unable to look at him after what I’d seen. Belinda, Cassie, Scarlet…they were nothing more than sex slaves he kept in a gilded cage and he expected me to join them? I’d rather die. “I don’t want trinkets,” I whispered. “I want to go home.”
    “This is your home now.”
    “No. This is a cage and you’re a monster,” I shot back hotly. Maybe he would twist my head from my shoulders and this nightmare would end. One could hope. “And you can go fuck yourself if you think I’m wearing a collar like some animal.”
    My declaration sucked wild gasps of horror from the girls as they watched me self-destruct right before their eyes. Unlike me, they remained silent. Tears welled behind my lids and I ground them out with a look of open defiance. I was lost in a strange land, captive to a frighteningly handsome stranger — I would cling to my dignity with my fingernails. If he thought he’d purchased a docile girl who would scrape and bow at his beck and call, or suck his dick when he snapped his fingers, he was going to suffer buyer’s remorse because I’d rather slit my own wrists than live like some mindless sexbot.
    Omar’s gaze narrowed as he considered my stance, noting with that sharp stare my tilted, stubborn jaw and eyes that flashed a promise of murder or suicide — whichever seemed the best course of action — and a slow, feral smile tipped his lips that caused a