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I did not touch the slaves. That was my number one rule.
I did not fuck them. Number two rule.
Do not touch the slaves. Third rule.
Do not fucking touch the slaves. Fourth rule.
These types of events, no matter how tempting they could be, made my stomach churn. It was dirty, depraved, and utterly disgusting.
I might have been a part of the human trafficking ring. I might have been the watcher…to make sure everything went smoothly. But I had never participated before.
I had never taken a woman against her will.
Did that make me a better person? Fuck no. Just because I didn’t touch them, it did not make me better. I was far from better.
I was their fucking worst nightmare. The Devil in disguise.
I just had my rules to keep myself in line.
“No. There is no deal,” I said stiffly. Removing my eyes from the naked girl, I walked away.
It was hard when all I wanted to do was throw her body on the ground and take her right there, let everyone watch her scream in ecstasy with my cum dripping from her wet pussy.
There was just something about her. The way her face was hidden, almost like she was forbidden for me. And she was. That girl belonged to someone else.
It only made me want her more. She became more tempting in my eyes than those other slaves who could easily become mine.
I made my way back to the couch to see Isaak missing, only to find him a few feet away speaking quietly with Gavrikov. There was a slave kneeling at his feet, his hand softly caressing her hair.
He always had a soft spot for the slaves. Isaak hated these events, even more than I did. But he had no choice but to play along, another Master in the game. And he played it well.
I sat back on the couch, my legs stretching out in front of me. My head hung back as I stared at the ceiling, waiting for this long night to be over.
My eyes closed, blocking away the screams of the slaves as they were whipped and fucked raw. The shouts of pleasure as the men came. The slapping of skins against each other as they fucked the girls into submission.
This was going to be a looong night. Just what I needed.
Where was my bed? And a bottle of vodka?
Yeah…back in my hotel.
I rubbed my forehead tiredly, tugging at my tie in frustration. Another scream sounded against the walls, this one filled with so much pain.
It was always pain.
No pleasure for the slaves. Very few had the chance of experiencing an orgasm. Only if the Masters were generous and liked the pussy or ass.
My eyes were still closed when I felt a hand on my thigh. I jumped, my heart thumping faster for a second. My fingers gripped the frail wrists, holding them still against my thighs.
I kept my eyes closed for a second, breathing through my nose. I was already hard and throbbing, desperate for release. It would be fucking impossible to push whoever this was away.
Swallowing hard, I opened my eyes…only to have my breath stolen from me.
Bluish-steel colored eyes.
The most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen stared up at me.
She wore a black lace mask, very similar to the others, except hers had black beads hanging around the front.
She was kneeling down at my feet. Her posture submissive. Her naked body full on display, only the black mask covering half her face.
She stared up at me with those striking doe eyes. Her black hair, so long, so smooth, fell down behind her back in beautiful waves. Her perfect pouty lips painted a deep red.
The mask only made her look…more exotic…more tempting.
My legs opened wider against my will, and she shifted closer, her body resting against my inner thighs.
This close, I saw that her eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow, which only made her blue eyes pop out more. They were the only thing I could stare at, completely lost in them.
My hand tightened around her wrists, my fingers biting into her soft skin. She didn’t flinch in pain like I expected her to. Instead, her eyes stayed glued to mine.
She licked her lips, slowly and so fucking sensually that my cock jumped at the sight. I hissed out a harsh breath, my mind going wild at the possibilities laid out in front of me.
She was a tease. The look of an Angel but the temptation of a minx. So tempting that even the Devil would fall for it…in her trap.
I leaned my head down, my nose touching her jaw as I breathed in her smell. Roses. She smelt of fresh roses, like she had just bathed in them.
Her head tilted back in surrender as I dragged my nose down her neck, filling my lungs with her smell, driving myself wild with her.
