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waist. She hadn’t been any more gentle than the
guys and in a way, she was more terrifying. In a fair fight, Louise
thought she might have been able to beat this woman.
    But they weren’t going to fight fair. To be
dominated and used by someone who was weaker than her was a very
exciting idea. Louise couldn’t stop thinking about it.
    The guards carried her out of the bar and
down a flight of stone stairs. The air became cooler as they
descended, and Louise appreciated the attention to detail in this
place. It really looked like a prison, like you’d find in a castle.
There were more guards downstairs, and the floors and walls seemed
to be made of fitted stone. There were wrought iron sconces on the
walls, lit with flames, and doors on either side that were studded
with bolts. Every detail was perfect.
    She heard a few low moans and a cry of
ecstasy and shivered despite herself.
    “Should I scream?” she asked, then decided to
just go for it.
    The guards stopped at her cry, and tipped
Louise to her feet. The woman gagged Louise with savage force. Her
eyes glittered on the other side of her mask and Louise’s heart
stopped cold when the woman smiled. She stepped away and then
returned with a foam ball. The male guards chuckled, clearly
knowing what she was going to do.
    Louise had no idea, and that felt like a
failure.
    The woman wedged the ball between Louise’s
knees, which parted her thighs. Her ankles were still bound. Then
the woman slid one gloved finger slowly through Louise’s pubic hair
and started to caress her. One guard cupped Louise’s breast in his
hand, teasing the nipple. Another did the same with the other
breast. The third moved behind her and slid his erection into the
crack of her butt, moving it up and down. He held her shoulders in
his gloved hands.
    But Louise couldn’t look away from the
glitter of the woman’s eyes or her knowing smile. She worked her
fingers back and forth, exciting Louise to a fever pitch, spreading
the wetness over all of her labia then caressing her some more.
Louise thought she might come on the spot, that she might be
powerless to stop herself against the woman’s persuasive touch.
    But she knew that would be naughty.
    Her heart beat faster. She got hot and her
sex got harder. She was wet enough to drip, all these guys wanting
her but the woman touching her with that slow deliberation,
watching her.
    Louise imagined herself as a picture at an
exhibition and knew with sudden clarity what sculpture she would
create to be exhibited along with Rex’s photographs. She would
pitch the idea to Josh and it would happen, Rex would persuaded.
The entire piece unfolded in her mind, along with a conviction that
anything could happen.
    The vision was as exciting her as much as the
woman’s touch. Louise felt her hips buck, seemingly of their own
volition, and shuddered in desire.
    The woman abruptly withdrew her hand. “Ready
and willing,” she said with satisfaction. She continued to stare at
Louise, even as she lifted her hand to the mouth of one of the male
guards.
    He licked her gloved fingertips, devouring
Louise’s juice, and made a growl in the back of his throat. “Then
let’s not keep her waiting,” he said.
    “Let’s not keep us waiting,” corrected the
guy who had his erection against Louise’s butt.
    Louise was lifted into the air once more.
    The woman kept one hand on Louise’s thigh,
her fingertips sliding back and forth over Louise’s skin. Louise
burned for more.
    Two hours wouldn’t be nearly enough to make
her tired of this place.
     
    * * *
     
    Athena was losing her edge. She’d nearly
fallen for the Count’s ridiculous line about love, only pulling
back from him in the nick of time. She knew he was a liar. She knew
he was only interested in his own pleasure. She didn’t doubt that
he wanted her, but she was sure he’d toss her aside when he was
done.
    Just like the last time.
    Well, she’d learned a few things since
then.
    The bar was