Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“Ruiz,” he said to Rafe, the main slave handler at Kruna. “Cleopatra is not to speak to her. She’s not to even look at her. My angel’s told me stories of this trainer, of how cruel she is. I plan to discuss her position with the other partners. I think it’s time to consider a change.”
“I was only about to say, Mr. Ferrano, that she looks like marriage agrees with her.” Her sneer disappeared and she was now using her ‘customer’ with-a-hint-of-desperation voice.
“You won’t speak to me, either, you bitch-faced cunt. Get your eyes pointed to the fuckin’ floor before I have you whipped.”
I hid my reaction to the words he said, but my body had an immense reaction to the authority in his voice. My panties were saturated. My training kicked in like riding a bicycle and I felt a euphoric sensation wash over me. But what I really wanted to do was drop to my knees and worship his cock to thank him for that.
“Not another word Cleo,” I heard Rafe order. “Out.”
Cleo left the room. My eyes were still aimed at the floor.
“My apologies for that,” Rafe said to Dare. “She was exemplary as a slave but she’s getting too bold in her current role. She has a personal hate on for your Felicia; I’m sorry.”
“She’s a problem, Ruiz.”
“I’m sure Mr. Chen will be happy to discuss with you. I’ll be sure to address this with her in the meantime. Mr. Chen is due this afternoon. Misters Lucas and Delgado are happy to receive you. They are in the dining room having breakfast. Can I show you to them or would you prefer your room first?”
“To them,” Dare replied.
Joseph Lucas and Mr. Delgado were also partners and high up on the Kruna totem pole. Rafe was high up in management but not a partner.
We walked and I did my best to remain focused. These halls. The décor. The scents. The people. I passed two slaves, both of whom I knew. One was on her own, on her way somewhere, a 2-strand collar on her throat. She didn’t as much as flinch at the sight of me. The other was a redheaded woman who was around thirty. She was walking on a leash behind a patron I had serviced a time or two, in a way, I guess. I’d never had sex with him. His name was Mr. Franz.
He was a handsome dominant who spoke no English and who liked to wield a flogger and who was also into receiving golden showers. I’d been whipped by him and peed on him twice in the past while he masturbated.
He nodded at Dare and did not look at me. She and I had been friendly-ish, compared to the others, but I hadn’t had any real friends here. No one had the nerve to risk Cleo’s ire by being nice to me. Her name was Truly. Truly’s eyes flashed just briefly at me.
I was on the other side. We both knew it. She didn’t know if my life was good or bad, but I was off the resort.
I was so bloody lucky that Dare had wanted a submissive redhead with a huge appetite for sex. Truly was a shortlisted redheaded but the club chose me instead of her and that was my good fortune for once in my life.
The fact that Jason Frost was after me was something Dare told me had driven their decision. Guilt washed through me. Truly was a nice girl, a victim like almost all of the other slaves here. I really hoped Dare could find a way to end all of this, get all of them free. My little taste of freedom made me want that for them. At the same time, I thanked the Lord that he’d chosen me not only because it meant that my life as a slave stopped but mostly because I was Dare’s and I loved him so much it hurt.
The dining room was sunny and bright and smelled like food. The section Mr. Lucas and Mr. Delgado were in was a screened-in porch on the edge of the dining room. They were eating breakfast and laughing. They were at a table for four, no slaves with them and their view of the water was gorgeous.
“Ah, Dario. Welcome.” Joseph Lucas stood.
He was a handsome man in his late 40s. He was rarely here, except on important occasions. He had slaves at home, who he did not have with him here. I didn’t know if he’d brought any this time.
One of them was Cleo’s bestie and I figured that was the start of her hating on me because Mr. Lucas liked me and Cleo’s bestie was jealous. He was fairly vanilla but very above-average in the penis size department and he could last for many hours. And he liked to watch girl-on-girl action. A lot.