Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“No.” I shook my head and pushed him away. “You’re wrong—”
“I’m always right about this.” Bopping me on my nose with his finger, he grinned. “Don’t worry. Unlike some of us who are naturally frigid and despise all touch, your body will ensure you have no choice but to surrender. In fact, I bet if I touched you right now, I’d find you wet.”
My thighs snapped together.
“Oh, don’t worry. I can’t do that. As a fellow jewel, I’m forbidden from servicing that burning little ache between your legs. We’re not allowed to fuck each other so we’re primed and willing when a Master calls us, but someone has already touched you, haven’t they? You’re wet and wanting. Believe me, I can tell.” Inhaling me, he groaned. “You smell like him. Like the guy in the foyer. The guy who looked as if he’d tear Sir V’s and Master R’s heads off if they so much as touched a hair on yours.”
I gasped for something to say, but Peter merely shrugged as if he hadn’t just broken my world. “If you’re wet because of him, then heed my advice. Let go. Surrender. Give yourself to him because it’s rare to find a Master you actually want. You’ve been given a gift. Let him break you in. Let him fuck away all your fears, and by the time he’s done with you…you’ll realise whoever you thought you were is gone, and the stranger left in her place is sexual, powerful, and free.”
Free.
That word.
What a mockery.
What a heartbreaking farce.
Shoving him away, I leapt off the table and hissed, “I’ll never be free again. Victor made sure of that.”
“You’ll be free in other ways,” Dr Belford said. “When you’re ready, take some psilocybin, and you’ll escape in all the ways available to you now.” She shoved a bottle into Peter’s hand. “Hide that well.”
“I always do.” He kissed her cheek. “Are we done here?” Cocking his chin at me, he asked the doctor, “Any diseases I need to tell the Master Jeweler about?”
She shook her head. “I’ll run a longer diagnostic, but initial tests show she’s clean. She can have unprotected sex.”
I glared at her.
“Great.” Linking his fingers with mine, Peter tugged me toward the door. “Time to get you ready.”
* * * * *
I gawked at the stunning luxury before me.
None of this computed in my brain. Not the meeting with Henri and his twisted proposition. Not the private plane and conversations with a trafficker. Not the craziest, hottest kiss of my life when Henri chased and imprisoned me in the grass. Not the doctor who was our so-called friend or the jewel who stood beside me as a fellow slave but was somehow also my jailer.
I couldn’t get my bearings.
Couldn’t hold on to my hate when little things kept eroding my perceptions. This castle was fake, but it didn’t take away its beauty. This sex ring was real, but it didn’t look like the many horror movies or gut-wrenching documentaries on TV.
I hated that Peter was right.
That ever since Henri’s tongue plunged into my mouth at the bar, catching my tears as Sam watched another man kiss me, I’d been disgustingly wet.
I could lie to myself all I wanted. I could feign utter repulsion and curse every person involved in this nightmare, but I couldn’t ignore the dampness between my legs—all the more noticeable by my missing underwear. Underwear Henri had torn off me when he’d chained me to a table and almost taken me only ten minutes after meeting me. Underwear he’d wedged into his pocket and—
God, what is he doing with them?
“Nice, hey?” Peter nudged my shoulder with his. “It’s one of my favourite places in Joyero.”
I picked my jaw off the floor and glared through the hazy, humid air. Gleaming, pearlescent tiles lined the floor, walls, and high domed ceiling. Open showers ringed the large round space, and huge black showerheads twice the size of normal ones poured punishing, piercing rainfalls over three naked bodies.
I froze.
Two girls and another guy. The flash of their slave collars and cuffs twinkled with water as all three of them rubbed their bodies with tropical-scented bubbles, not caring in the slightest that another showered beside them.
One of the girls bent her knees a little and washed between her legs with fastidious attention, all while the guy soaped his cock, pulling his length a few times before tipping his head back and letting water rinse him clean.
With a quick inhale, I averted my eyes.
Is he…was he jerking off?
Peter chuckled beside me, correctly reading my red cheeks. “If you’re wondering if he’s beating one out, allow me to share the first of many rules with you: you are permitted to orgasm only if a Master is generous enough to give you that gift. But you are forbidden from coming by your own hand or by the touch of a fellow jewel. If you get caught—and you will get caught because there are a thousand cameras in this place—you will suffer things that will make you wish you were dead.”