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‘Strip?’ I asked, ‘Now?’
‘Yes, my dear. You will not be allowed any clothing other than what we provide during your stay. You will hand over all clothing to our safekeeping until leaving day. The girls here will help you with your linens.’
There was an awkward few moments as everyone looked around, before one woman dropped her bag and took out a pile of clothes, handing them over to one of the red-clad women who put them in a box and marked her name on it. Samirah. Before I had moved, she stripped down to nothing and added those clothes, too. I swallowed hard as others stripped.
I may have been perfectly comfortable naked in front of strangers on a webcam, but in a room full of them, and women no less, it was completely alien.
Taking a breath to steady my nerves, I removed my coat and folded it neatly before stripping off my clothing and shoes. My cheeks flamed as I tried to ignore the many eyes around me, gathering up my carefully selected wardrobe of clothing and putting them into a box.
One of the women wrote my name on the top before bringing me a set of the rich red linens, draping them over my shoulders and fixing them snugly with the belt.
In my deepest fantasies, when I’d delved into them to indulge myself, having my possessions removed and being given something so revealing to wear was a huge turn on. And as Grieves walked up to me with a smile and an open metal collar, I was wet. Even though I didn’t find the man attractive. The whole situation had me on tenterhooks, and my thighs were slick as he circled my throat in silver and locked it shut with a small key.
‘Good girl,’ he whispered in my ear as he patted my shoulder before moving on.
Hell, if I couldn’t make Logan want me, at least I would experience things I’d only ever dreamed of.
With only my bag of toiletries and my phone, keys, and purse, Grieves led us through the mansion toward our lodgings. Every time we passed a guest, their eyes burned into me, with a delightful mix of desire and shame mingling in my stomach. They openly watched and assessed us in a way that would be frowned upon in polite society. That triggered something feral deep inside me. I looked for Logan as we passed through the house, but didn’t see him. Grieves led us up a large, ornate staircase, and my eyes nearly fell out of my head when I saw multiple women and men tied naked to posts at the top. A man knelt in front of one woman, his mouth on her as she shuddered and cried out, not caring who saw. Maybe enjoying being seen. The woman attached to the post next to her begged the man to let her play, and the desperation in her voice made me widen my eyes. I would never beg like that. Even if I wanted to.
Eventually I was shown to a neat, well presented little room with a private bathroom. It wasn’t as luxurious as the rest of the mansion seemed to be, but perfectly adequate. I imagined it to be former servants’ quarters.
When I closed the door and looked in the mirror at the flushed cheeked, red clad image of myself, I closed my eyes.
What on earth was I doing?
What if Logan wasn’t here?
Or worse, what if I couldn’t make him want me?
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
LOGAN
‘A little more whisky, Sir?’ a blonde asked me, hovering by my chair with a decanter in hand.
‘Please,’ I said, holding my glass out as she topped it up.
‘Is there anything else you need?’ Her eyes glittered as she spoke.
‘Not right now, but thank you.’
The night was wearing on, and all around the room I could hear soft moans and pained cries. It hadn’t quite descended into a full on orgy, yet, but I had no doubt it would.
The girl left, and I resumed my idle chat with the other fully clothed guests who sat on the ring of chesterfield sofas gathered around one of the mantle pieces. The fire crackled noisily as the amount of moans increased on my periphery, and my dick thickened in my trousers.
A gong sounded from the far left and I turned to watch as a group of new playthings were led up to the central dais in the large room. Like everyone else, my eyes stole over the neatly displayed human toys, the women in the over the shoulder red linens and the men in ones which fell from their waist belts alone to cover their crotches. One of them blushed beneath the venetian masks they wore, for their first night on show, as his linens tented impressively. Evidently, he was excited to be there.
Passing my eyes over the other new recruits, they caught on a brunette near the end. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, showing off the metal collar that graced her neck. Fuck. The collars were a particular turn on for me. I loved to touch the collar while a plaything sucked my dick, threatening to fuck them before the auction to see them fight the war between desire and wanting to obey the rules. Not only that, but she looked a bit like my sweet Cherry from what I could see. The same curves displayed faultlessly in the red clothing, or lack thereof.
She would do nicely for a distraction, a bit of fun to get her out of my system.
Grieves spoke out in a bellowing voice. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, we have some lovely new playthings joining us for the next few days. Remember to respect their safe word, and their limits, and to show them a good time. They will wear their masks for tonight to let them explore with that bit of privacy before joining the main ranks of recruits tomorrow. They are also not eligible for punishment tonight, pleasure only.’
As if punishment and pleasure couldn’t be the same damn thing.
I kept an eye on the curvy brunette as she stepped down from the dais and made her way through the room, stopping to stare at a few scenes as she passed them.
Pressure against my leg had me looking down to see the blonde from earlier resting on her knees by my calf. She smiled up at me and I let her be, enjoying the warm body pressing into mine. My eyes returned to the brunette as she made her way closer before stopping beside me and looking down at me. With those same hazel eyes. Those eyes were impossible to forget.
