Kai chuckled. “No, but I required a new girl, and Raul knew that. When I saw her picture I had to have her.” I slid closer to Logan as Kai grabbed her by the collar and jerked upward. The girl never made a sound, but I did catch a glistening tear in her eye as Kai pulled her up on his lap and started fondling her. “He knows my type and this one ...” I couldn’t help but glance up at Kai, “is special.”
Logan saw me looking and quickly changed the subject to the fight. It was a couple hours later, after he’d fed me like a dog and I listened to the sounds swarming me like insects crawling over my skin, that Kai took interest in me.
“She is stunning.”
Logan had his hand on the nape of my neck, and I felt it stiffen. “Hmmm.”
“Dinner appears to be over, and my understanding is Raul likes to play afterward. Care to indulge?”
Oh God. No. No, Logan. Please.
“Not really.”
“Then why bother having her? My suggestion is tame, nothing to frighten your little slave. She does look like she wants to be swallowed up by the floor.” Kai reached over and stroked the side of my face with his finger. “Look at me.”
I did. My eyes meeting his flashing green intensity. He was handsome and dignified, like I’d imagine a business man with lots of wealth would look like. I guessed he was in his early thirties, and he had strong, defined features and really dark brows and tanned skin.
“I don’t share,” Logan said in what sounded like a growl.
“Neither do I,” Kai said, and his hand dropped from me to stroke his girl’s inner thigh. “But watching the women together. Two beauties ... now that I would enjoy.”
“No.” Logan’s voice was stern.
“No, what gentleman?” Raul was standing behind Logan’s chair, and I quickly lowered my head, my hair falling in front of my face.
Kai spoke, “I suggested a little play between the women. Sculpt has declined.”
“I never said that.”
My breath hitched. Logan please don’t make me.
“I had something else in mind for tonight.”
Kai shoved the girl off his lap, and she fell to the floor then quickly righted herself and knelt beside Kai. I reached out my hand to hers. It was instinctive and reactive, something I shouldn’t have done, but seeing her treated so cruelly had sparked a fire in me. Dangerous.
The girl looked at me horrified, her face paling at the gesture. Then just as quick, she was holding onto Kai’s leg softly stroking it like a dog licking its master.
“I’d be interested in hearing this,” Raul said. “Kai, Sculpt has been hiding this gem away for over a week now. I was beginning to think that she’d escaped him.” Kai laughed. “She was rather ... disobedient when she arrived. I was anticipating Alfonzo having to train her as he did your new slave. But,” Raul gestured to me. “She has been reigned in. After being away from us for so long, I was thinking Sculpt had become soft.”
“Then what do you have in mind for this part of the evening, Sculpt?” Kai asked.
Logan was silent, and I could feel his finger twitching. I held my breath, knowing that whatever he decided I wouldn’t like.
I dug my nails into my thighs and tried to block out my whirling imagination. “Perhaps Kai can f**k her while she sucks you off.”
“No,” Logan said. “More of a show.”
I couldn’t control the sob that emerged from my throat, and Logan quickly reacted. He shoved the dishes off the table with one swoop of his arm, and then grabbed me by the arm threw me face down on the table, placing his hand on the small of my back.
“You want her f**ked. And I want to f**k her.” Logan yanked up my dress, and I could feel the warm air on my bare ass. My cheek pressed against the wood of the table, and when I opened my eyes I saw Kai watching me. Our eyes locked, and I saw the cool, unaffected expression to my terror.
My breath came in short, heaving gasps. I heard voices all around me and squeezed my eyes shut as the sounds grew louder and closer. They were going to watch Logan f**k me right here on the table.
“Legs,” Logan growled.
I squeezed my eyes shut and did as he said. He nudged my legs further apart and then stepped between them, and I felt his c**k and the material of his slacks against me. I started to struggle, and he pulled back and then spanked me on the ass so hard that I cried out.
“Stay still.”
He spanked me again then he massaged my ass. He repeated it several times, spanking then massaging, and by then I was sobbing. It wasn’t from being spanked, but from the humiliation. I felt the weight of him over me, and his mouth next to my ear.
“We have to do this, Eme. Don’t think about anyone else. Focus on me. Nothing else.” He kissed down my neck and then across my shoulder blades while his hand went underneath my dress, between my legs, and he began circling my clit.
At first I felt nothing, my body refusing to get turned on by this, by anything that was happening, but Logan was calm and gentle, and soon I felt the tingling, and Logan’s hand pressing in my back eased.
“Why are you bothering to give her pleasure?” I heard Raul say.
“It’s no fun f**king a dry slave,” Logan replied. His clothes rubbed my back as he came over me again and whispered in my ear, “I’ll be fast. Don’t fight me, Eme. Okay? You get why we have to do this?”
I nodded.
I knew he was trying to protect me from something much worse than him publically f**king me. I wasn’t wet, but mildly damp from his stimulation and when he pushed his c**k inside me it didn’t hurt.