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on?"
"Be easy, milady. They will only look unless you accept their advances. If you agree
to a request, the coin will be put toward a form of dowry for you." Ann eased her into a
lying position. "You could do very well for yourself should you choose to perform."
"Enough to buy my freedom?" A strange, foreign pang of regret hit her heart when
she thought of a life beyond the walls of the manor. In England she'd be treated as a
pariah.
Ann didn't have time to answer Danielle's whispered question. Prince LeFay, a
blond-haired man and another of Araby descent came forward. Ann made quick work of
the introduction, and then went through the rules which were just as simple. She was to
lie on the table. If she agreed to a liberty, she would simply answer, 'Master'. If she didn't
want to continue an act, she should call out 'eternity'.
Once the rules were laid down, Danielle sought out and found the hot gaze of Prince
LeFay. Wanton lust clenched her core when he held out his hand and placed it on her
thigh. "Master."
It was far easier to agree with the advances. Her sex was wet with desire and when
Prince LeFay parted her thighs she gasped as his hands caressed the jumping muscles.
She tried to wriggle her hips closer to his hand, wanting his fingers on her, in her.
She winced when a hard slap smacked her thigh. "Sorry."
"Slaves don't speak unless they are ordered to do so," Prince LeFay reprimanded her.
"I feel you need a lesson in submission."
Shaking her head, Danielle sucked in a gasp when another slap was laid to her thigh.
In a sick way, the smacks only made her more wanton. She peeked up in time to see the
men nod. They all took three steps back and Ann returned to her line of sight.
"Milady, Prince LeFay is willing to teach you the way of the submissive but I must
explain some things to you first. The words I told you earlier remain, but if you decide to
accept the training, you will be at their mercy. Once you say your exit word, 'eternity',
that master will be removed from the group. Another could potentially take his place, but
'tisn't likely."
A growl erupted from Maelstrom.
"If you break any of the rules set down by the Masters, there will be punishment."
"All right." Dear God, what was she thinking? Take all three men at the same time?
She was insane. "I'll try it," she allowed for that much.
"Tell her there is no try. Either she is all in or she is out of the mix and given to the
commoners," Maelstrom interjected.
Danielle's nerves twanged. The fog she'd felt earlier returned to shroud her thoughts.
In the back of that mist she heard a familiar voice, Prince LeFay. She couldn't grasp what
he was saying, but inherently understood he wouldn't hurt her. "I'm all in."
"Spread your legs wide," came the first command. Pushing the fear to the back of her
mind, Danielle complied. Around her groans began to fill the air.
"One thousand pounds from his highness, the Royal Djinn, to have her service him
with her mouth."
"Come now, surely that's worth more than a thousand," the Royal Strigoi entered the
mix. "A fine payment would be two thousand."
"I'll meet that price," Maelstrom agreed easily. He motioned for Ann to release his
cock from his breeches. The Djinn gave a nod.
Danielle watched servants appear to assist them men with their clothes. Some of the
bolder women caressed the Royals, their hands gripping their cocks before leading them
to her mouth. Pulled back on the table, her head hung over the edge until Maelstrom
brutally grabbed her by the hair and forced his cock into her mouth.
Trying to keep up with his rampant pace, another hand placed her fingers on the
Djinn's turgid staff. She pumped him as she had Gabriel's earlier. The desire gripping her
crotch grew as someone pinched her nips to hard nubs. "Ah."
The low moan gathering in her chest was captured behind the cock in her mouth. She
wanted to scream please, take me now.
"Easy with her," Gabriel said. She felt his fingers teasing her core. His thumb flicked
across her clit until she was gasping for air and release. Stiffening when he brushed his
finger across her anus, she forced herself to relax.
Her back arched at the first stroke of his finger in her arse. The stab of pain was
quickly replaced with a muscle twitching desire. When he added a second finger, she
nearly came undone. Now. Please. Now.
Pulled off Maelstrom, she panted for air. The Djinn took her mouth but set a slower
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