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  The dress was raised past her knees, up her thighs, and then over her hips. Her naked pussy was revealed to the men in the room. Men who knew every inch of her body the way a painter knew every detail in his painting.

  Ramirez’s fingers slipped between her legs and rubbed over the lips of her cunt. She closed her eyes, knowing her body would respond at this point. Heart and emotions out of the equation, her body knew pleasure.

  “She is already wet.” His disappointment was evident.

  And her body also knew pain. She knew what would come next. She bit her lip and a tremble shook her body.

  “I see.” Victor sighed.

  Her dress was once again lowered. She heard the rasp of a zipper and opened her eyes, lifting her gaze to the men. Franklin had his cock out, and was stroking the thick purple erection as he leered at her.

  “Remove your dress, Natalia,” Victor commanded.

  Without hesitation she undid the single button in the back and let the dress slide off her body and onto the floor.

  “Now you will assume the position for punishment.” Victor glanced over at Ramirez. “You may participate if you wish.”

  The older man nodded and went and sat upon his desk, hastily reaching for the fly of his pants.

  Talia took a deep calming breath, walked to the desk, and leaned forward, thrusting her ass out toward Victor. She placed her palms on either side of Ramirez, watching as he freed his erection and lifted it eagerly toward her lips.

  “Take him within your mouth,” Victor commanded. And then the first stinging slap of his hand rained down on her buttock.

  She barely flinched and parted her lips, allowing Victor to press his erection into her mouth. The slaps continued, harder as she suckled upon Ramirez’s flesh. She went into her zone, the only way in which she got through these moments. Not thinking, only performing.

  His fingers clenched in her hair, holding her mouth to his cock as she brought him to orgasm. He spilled his seed into her mouth and she swallowed automatically, trying not to focus on the hot burning of her buttocks.

  Ramirez released her just as an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her upright.

  “You are forgiven, my dear.” Victor turned her around, his gaze full of lust.

  Ramirez slipped off the desk, which allowed Victor to lay her down upon it. The wood was hard upon her spine, but she offered no protest as he stepped between her thighs.

  He ran his hands over her body, squeezing her breasts and then moving down between her legs. He thrust two fingers inside her and wiggled them around.

  “Wet indeed. A woman’s cunt is like the rarest fine wine. So few can afford it. We are entitled, we are blessed.” He fell to his knees and buried his face against her pussy.

  His tongue moved over her, rough and eager. He found her clit and lapped at it, at her, devouring her like a man deprived.

  The warm arousal she’d felt when she’d seen the man in the corridor returned. His image instantly embedded itself behind her closed lids, and suddenly it was not Victor pleasuring her, but him. The dark-eyed man in the hall, sucking and licking her flesh.

  The pleasure spiraled until it seemed to spill over in waves. Her body trembled. She blinked. What had just happened?

  Victor stood and ran his hands down her thighs. “How interesting. I do believe our Rosabelle just had a small orgasm.”

  An orgasm? She had not thought it possible. Confusion swept over her. The pleasure had built while she had thought about that man in the hall.

  “Do not get a swollen head over it. I am sure it was an accident,” Franklin grumbled. “I believe it was decided that I was to have her during the morning break?”

  “Yes, that was what we agreed upon this morning.” Victor’s reply sounded reluctant.

  She opened her eyes, watching Victor step away from her and Franklin move between her thighs. Since the day they’d purchased her when she’d turned eighteen, never would they take her one after another, always spreading out the actual act of sex throughout the day.

  “Hello there, baby.” Franklin grinned, pinched her nipple to the point of pain, and thrust his erect cock hard inside her. “I’ve missed you.”

  Victor climbed atop the desk and straddled her chest. He freed his own erection and rubbed it across her lips.

  “If you don’t mind, my dear?”

  She opened her mouth and took him inside. Why did he ask her when they both knew she had no choice? This was her life. Yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

  Ramirez leaned over the desk and a moment later his fleshy lips closed over her nipple and he began to suckle.

  What if there was some way to have more? If there was an out from her life as a Rosabelle. Don’t be a fool. You know it’s impossible. Yes. Completely impossible. She bit her lip, squelching back any hope, and went back into her zone.

  Two hours later Talia was in what she liked to refer to as the midday lull. Where the three men had been pleasured, and her only duty was to sit with them while they discussed business. Or perhaps serve them food or beverage if they so desired.

  “Ramirez, what is the course of action we have lined up against the planet of Belton?” Victor asked while she sat on his lap. The hand that rested around her waist slid upward to idly fondle her breast. “Are the troops prepared to be deployed?”

  Talia lowered her gaze, all too familiar with this topic. The Council was organizing an unplanned assault on a nearby planet that they had a supposed alliance with. The reasoning behind their plan was to gain resources that were dwindling upon their own planet.

  “Indeed they are. The preliminary attack is scheduled for the fifteenth of next month. By all accounts Belton’s government has no reason to suspect we have anything but good intentions.”

  Their discussion might have unsettled her, yet she’d heard enough in previous talks to not be bothered. The planet Belton was nothing but a wasted planet run by violent barbarians. She sighed and pressed a hand to her head. How long until she could leave?

  “My dear, are you well?” Victor turned his attention to her fully.

  Talia saw her opportunity and jumped on it. The men would be in discussion for at least another hour.

  “I fear I am on the verge of a headache.” She ran her tongue across her lips. “I would request a few minutes to return to my bedding unit and lie down?”

  “Oh. Well, I suppose there’s no harm in it.” His tone was reluctant as was the arm that left her waist. “So long as you return by the two o’clock hour. And make sure you summon Dane to accompany you.”

  “Of course.” She lowered her gaze and slipped off his lap, stepping into her dress again.

  At the door she glanced back into the room and found Franklin’s gaze on her. She could sense the lust and cruelty radiating off him from across the room.

  For the most part she was treated well and never harmed. Yet Franklin possessed a cruel side that he on occasion let loose on her when they were alone. Fortunately, they were rarely allowed in that situation.

  Suppressing a shudder, she turned and exited through the door. She made her way to Dane’s chambers, reluctant to interrupt him during his time with Thomas, yet knew there was no choice. A Rosabelle was never allowed to be alone in her bedding unit.

  She reached the corridor that led to his chamber; a glass window above looked down upon his room. Spotting Dane and Thomas in bed tog
ether, her heart sank. She sighed, hoping he’d forgive her.

  Truly there was no privacy in this community. The entire building that housed the Council and its staff was made up of mostly windows.

  Sex was nothing to be ashamed of within these walls, therefore was never hidden—with the one exception being with a Rosabelle. The Council’s chambers and bedding units were equipped with privacy shields that would slide down to cover the windows. No man, save the three Council members, was allowed to watch her in any sexual act.

  She clasped her hands in front of her and glanced down again at Dane and Thomas. It was time; she could avoid the interruption no longer.

  Talia stepped toward the stairs to his chamber, but hesitated as the men exchanged a long kiss. Rarely, if at all, had she ever seen two people so completely besotted by each other.

  She watched as Dane urged Thomas onto his hands and knees. He kissed the younger man’s neck, wrapping his hand around Thomas’s cock. The trembling in the other man was visible even from where she stood.

  You should not watch this. A hot flush made its way through her body. It was not the first time she had seen two men make love, but she had never seen her assistant. She would almost consider Dane a friend, and to watch this intimate moment felt awkward. But the obvious love they shared held her entranced.

  Dane now stroked his fingers between the younger man’s buttocks. He picked up a small bottle that sat next to them on the bed and squirted lubricant over his fingers. Talia’s breath caught while she watched him press two fingers into Thomas’s asshole. He moved them in and out, while continuing to stroke the other man’s cock.

  “Oh…” She bit her lip, cutting off her husky groan.

  Dane removed his fingers and lined his cock up with the small hole, then pressed steadily inside the other man. His thrusting started slow and then grew faster, while still he continued to stroke Thomas’s cock.

  Talia shifted her stance, trying to ease the pressure of the slick cream that gathered heavy in her cunt.

  Minutes passed and she continued to watch them make love, transfixed by how both men’s passion seemed equal and was not feigned, forced, or even lukewarm, as was the life she was accustomed to.

  Dane thrust deep and stayed within the other man. She could swear she heard them both cry out. Then he pulled out of the younger man and kissed his shoulder. Thomas rolled over onto his back, reaching his arms up and drawing Dane down for a deep kiss.

  Talia closed her eyes. How was she supposed to walk back into the Council’s chambers in such a state of arousal? How would she explain it? They would never believe the same excuse twice in one day.

  She stepped back, hitting something hard. Steel-like arms slipped around her waist, wringing a gasp from her and holding her immobile.

  “Release me.” She struggled, attempting to twist her head to see who held her.

  “Interesting. A Rosabelle who not only likes to perform, but enjoys watching as well?”

  Though she had never heard him speak and could not yet see him, she knew it was he. The man she’d seen in the corridor earlier. Blood raced through her veins and heat spread throughout her body.

  “Do you have a death wish, sir?” She clenched her teeth and attempted to pry his fingers away from her waist. “No one outside the Council is allowed to touch me. To do so is grounds for immediate execution—”

  He spun her around, his hands gripping just above her elbows. He backed her up against the wall in the empty corridor, his dark eyes boring into hers.

  Her back slammed into the cold metal wall and her eyes widened when his head dipped just inches above hers.

  “Well, if I’m going to die, princess, I think I should do so having gotten to know you a little better.”

  His breath feathered over her cheek, sending shivers of awareness down her spine. So new was the sensation that all protests died on her lips. She met his gaze, her own eyes wide.

  No man had touched her outside of the Governing Council. Now this man, a stranger with eyes that burned like the devil, touched her as if he had every right to.

  “What is your name?” he asked, his lips nearly touching hers.

  Her knees felt oddly weak and she gripped his solid forearms. “Talia.”

  His mouth closed over hers, confident and demanding, sending shock waves of pleasure through her body. His tongue pressed past her lips and delved into her mouth, rubbing slowly against hers. The onslaught of sensation and emotion was confusing, yet pleasing.

  The Council rarely kissed her and when they did the gesture was hurried and sloppy. It was nothing like what this man was doing to her. Even knowing that if discovered he could be put to death and she would be severely punished, having this one chance at an unusual type of freedom was suddenly worth the risk.

  He pressed her harder against the wall, sliding his hand beneath her dress and up her leg. The pleasure of his rough hands upon her was so intense her body shook. He moved one finger between her thighs and honed in on her clitoris.

  The first touch sent her onto her tiptoes, pleasure spearing every inch of her body.

  He lifted his mouth from hers and whispered, “Do you like me rubbing your hot little clit, princess?”

  Yes. Oh gods yes. She gripped his arms to keep her knees from giving out.

  “All slick and swollen.” He dropped another hard kiss on her mouth, his finger rubbing harder against her clit. “Just waiting to be licked.”

  She moaned, and his tongue stroked deep into her mouth, taking control of hers as the finger on her cunt worked her harder and faster. The pleasure built, spiraling up higher than ever before. Lights flashed in her head and she cried out sharply into his mouth. Her legs gave out, but his arm around her waist kept her from falling.

  The explosion he’d given her was ten times more powerful than the orgasm she’d had earlier just imagining his touch.

  “Talia…” He lifted his mouth from hers. “You are so sexy when you come.”

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  W hen you come. Oh gods! What had she done? Had she completely lost all sense of reality? Her pulse jumped frantically.

  “Is there a place we can be more private, princess?” He kissed her cheek.

  She pushed his hand away and smoothed her dress back down. She had to stop this before it went further; it had already escalated to a deadly dangerous level.

  “No. There is not. This will go no further, and let me advise you to forget that this ever happened.”

  His smile was slow. “Forget? We both know that’s not likely, Talia.”

  Why would he not back off? Did he not realize what was at stake? His life? The thought of him being killed sent a cold wash of fear through her. She had to dissuade him, remove any hope he had of her being with him.

  “I don’t know who you are, but let me assure you that you will never touch me again,” she said stiffly. “I am no common Rosabelle that might be shared amongst friends. I am Rosabelle to the Governing Council. And you, sir, are a nobody.”

  “Is that so, princess?” His grip on her arms tightened and she reluctantly turned her gaze back to him.

  “Stop calling me a princess when we both know I am not one.”

  “No.” His mo
uth grew tight. “You’re just a slave forced to act as a whore.”

  Her face burned with anger and humiliation and she raised her hand to slap him. He caught her wrist mid-swing, his grip tightening painfully around her smaller bones.

  “Not your smartest move,” he warned and drew her toward him again.

  A series of beeps signaled someone was punching in the code to enter the corridor.

  “This shall be continued later.” He released her and strode down the hall in the opposite direction, just as someone else entered the corridor.

  Later? Gods. The man was audacious. Talia leaned heavily against the wall, the breath leaving her body in one ragged sigh. What had she just done?

  “Mistress Natalia? Do you fair well?”

  She opened her eyes and smoothed her dress over her body, before acknowledging one of the guards that routinely patrolled the Council’s headquarters.

  “I am well, thank you,” she lied. “Just a bit of a head cold.”

  He nodded and then bowed. “I wish you well, mistress. Have a nice day.”

  She curtsied and remained where she was until he’d passed. Her heart still raced from her encounter with that man, and her nipples stabbed against the silky fabric of her dress. She must not walk back into the Council’s chamber in this state. Her bottom still smarted from the punishment she’d received earlier.

  She walked to the window in the corridor to look down into Dane’s chambers. The couple was no longer inside. Her sigh of regret rang through the again empty corridor. There would be no brief nap today. She would simply run to the toilet chamber before heading back to be with Council. Hopefully that would be enough time for the physical effects of her encounter with the stranger to abate.

  Ryder strode through the corridors of the Council’s headquarters, his blood pounding through his veins. Damn. He had not intended to touch her. Had known the minute he did so that all rational thought would be history.