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fell into one another’s arms, so eager to please. Even so, he was about to let them go, release them from their servitude to
Le Maître
. He would have to stop thinking about them as the pets, the boys, the slaves, and let them return to being the strong and intelligent human beings they were. He tilted his head to the side as they wound themselves into a grasping sixty-nine position. He would miss them, but they would have each other, along with a great deal of erotic memories.
    Beside him, Valentina gawked. She was no sexual innocent. He could only believe her intense regard was due to their handsomeness, their grunting avidity. After some time, she looked up at him. “Why don’t they come?” she asked. “Their cocks seem about to burst.”
    “They only come if I allow it. Otherwise, they are punished. In this room, they obey me in all things. They’ll fuck me if I ask them to, or fuck you if I demand it, however and wherever you like, even though they are both homosexual. They do as they are told.”
    “Oh.” Her breathless
oh
sounded like a question.
    “Is there something else you’d like to ask?”
    He expected her to request a Maxim and Leo sandwich, but instead her brows drew together. “What do they get from all this? I mean, if you deny their pleasure?”
    Michel shrugged. “They get pleasure from suffering, and from pleasing me.”
    “What happens if they refuse to do as you ask?”
    “They’re punished.”
    “Punished how? If you are already hurting them?”
    Her barrage of questions both amused and annoyed him. “They are punished in various ways,” he said, waving a hand toward the wall of implements. “Harsh punishments, because they’re masochists. They get pleasure from being hurt and humiliated. The trick is to be cruel in a way that excites them.”
    She eyed their red, thrusting cocks. “So they feel pleasure and pain at the same time?”
    “Precisely. How quickly you learn. In addition to not letting them come, perhaps I will force them to make us come while they remain unsatisfied. What do you think?”
    She looked impressed. “I think you’re very good at being cruel.”
    She was starting to get the idea. He turned to the two men, still hard, burning with lust. Grasping for control. Objectification had always been their favorite kink. “Stand up. Let her look at you.” He reached down and stroked Valentina’s soft red hair. “Choose the one you like most, dear.”
    She looked taken aback. “But if they’re gay—”
    “Choose.”
    “Well…which one is least gay?”
    He laughed, and noted that even Leo’s lips twitched in the hint of a smile. “They are both exceedingly gay. Which one’s cock do you find most pleasing?”
    She looked at his own lap, at his increasingly stiff rod, then back up to meet his gaze. “Yours.”
    “I see the concept of obedience escapes you. I asked you to choose one of my slaves for your sexual pleasure. If you won’t do it, I will.”
    Now his authority—and displeasure—was focused on her. She shivered. “If it pleases you, yes. You choose for me.”
    What a submissive thing to say. Perhaps, despite her bold personality, a submissive spark curled inside her, waiting to be fanned into flame. He didn’t need any more reasons to want her, not as he tried to keep her at arm’s length. This little display on the rigors of slavery didn’t seem to be putting her off at all.
    With a sigh, he beckoned to Maxim. “Lie back,” he said to Valentina. “Let him have your pussy. He may only use his mouth.”
    “Not his cock?” She stared at it, disappointed.
    What a greedy little wanton she was. “Not his cock,” he said acerbically. “He isn’t deserving.” Michel didn’t admit that he was too jealous to let Maxim fuck her, even though the young man was gay, and his slave. Michel didn’t believe he could stand by and watch someone else fuck Valentina without suffering for it, and he didn’t like to suffer.
    “That’s a good