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was expected of her, by being able to let go of control and simply do as she was told. And her sex was as hot and damp as it had ever been, her nipples two stiff and aching peaks.
He led her through another pair of doors and she was hit by a wall of sensation: music, voices, the scent of expensive perfume and even more expensive scotch. All she could see was the marble floor beneath her feet as Shaye led her into what must have been the center of the room, to a spot where a large circle of gleaming black broke the expanse of white marble. He took her to the very center and had her stand on a pattern of gold stars set into the floor. “Down, Devin.”
His voice was commanding, his hand on the back of her neck exerting a gentle pressure. She went right down. Gave herself over to the sinking sensation as her knees hit the hard, cool floor. Her mind emptied out as though a stopper had been pulled. All she could do was breathe in, breathe out, and wait to do whatever he wanted her to. Automatically, she assumed the position he had told her would be required of her tonight: knees spread, back arched, palms face up on the top of her thighs. She kept her head down.
She was dimly aware of a hush settling over the room, of a crowd of people pressing in. The music faded, went silent. Then, Shayes voice, deep and formal. “I present Devin to Sanctuary.”
A pause, and then the jarring sound of applause made her tremble as he lifted her chin and said quietly, “Head up now, Devin, so everyone can see how beautiful you are.” God, to look at the faces of the people around her! It was thrilling and terrifying all at once. To be so objectified! And yet a sharp thrill of excitement ran through her, charging her system with energy, with a deep, stabbing need.
It was a few moments before she could catch her breath. And then she was able to focus a bit, to take in the scene around her. Other submissives—slaves, she supposed— naked and on their knees, as she was. Beautiful, all of them. An expanse of naked flesh, gleaming eyes, parted lips. Yes, to be one of them! She envied their collars, made of leather, chrome, heavy chain. She couldn't take her eyes off them. The others, their masters and mistresses, were clothed, but she couldn't really pay them any attention. She was too intrigued by these mirrors of her own yielding need.
Slowly, she came to realize the crowd had closed in, that people were talking about her. “She's a lovely girl, Shaye. Spectacular breasts.”
“Beautiful. Love her red hair.”
“Wherever did you find one so innocent? Yet look at the way she goes down on her knees as though it's the most natural thing in the world. She's meant for this.” “You'll have to let me get my hands on her some day eh, Shaye?”
Her head was spinning. And then they began to touch her. Shocking,
even though he'd told her to expect it. Hands on her thighs, her
shoulders, touching her hair. When a woman pried her lips open with
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her fingers, then her teeth, she gasped, but Shaye was quick to lay a I reassuring hand on her head. “Shh, Devin. Just take it. You can do it.” Yes, anything for him, even this humiliation. She would think later ! about that small part of her that loved it. I More hands on her, her nipples peaking hard as someone lifted J and weighed her breasts. Then a low, female voice. I “Time for the real test, don't you think, Shaye?” “The honor is yours, Alana.” I
Devin was surrounded by a faint cloud of perfume, dark and spicy, then a woman’s soft fingers slipped between her thighs and slid right into her wet heat. Her breath came out in a soft Oh. She didn’t dare move, but her body shook all over. With shock, with desire.
    The woman’s voice again. “Perfect.”

Then those same soft fingers lifting her chin. She stared into a pair of sharp blue eyes set into a beautiful, feminine face with high cheekbones, full scarlet lips. The face of a woman of perhaps a well-held fifty. The woman said, “You