Free Beg Me by Lisa Lawrence

protective bars, but anyone passing would still have a view. “Listen, you’ve got no drapes for—”
    “Take your clothes off
now.
Training starts this minute.”
    I hesitated. I didn’t care about being nude in front of him. I had considered seducing him, after all, to get information. It was being ordered around that instantly got my hackles up.
    “See?” said Oliver. “You want to pass yourself off as one of them, you do instantly what you’re told. Any of their guys can command you to strip. They can come up and touch you. They can play with your tits or your pussy whenever they like, and you say, ‘Yes, sir, that feels good.’ They can fuck you in front of a room full of people—you think you can handle that?”
    I didn’t tell him I had done that before.
    “You’re still dressed,” he growled.
    “How do I know this isn’t just you getting your rocks off?” I asked. “You haven’t told me the name of the group, you haven’t told me who’s in charge—”
    “The Sarcophacan Temple of Nubian Princes,” he answered. “There are plenty of ‘princesses’ too—Anna was one. But that’s the name. They own a big-ass mansion where all the shit happens. The leader’s name is Isaac.”
    “Sarcophacan temple…” I mumbled that a couple of times. “What’s a
sarcophacan
temple?”
    “Later. First, obedience.”
    “At least lock the door,” I suggested.
    He muttered a curse under his breath and said, “This isn’t going to work—”
    “Oliver!” I said quickly.
    I undid my blouse and then shed my bra, slid out of my skirt and panties, and stood in front of him. I felt cold, and my nipples were hardening. He inspected me without one flicker of lust, like a drill sergeant. I stood in place, dreading that someone would walk in or pass the windows at the back and notice. The moment went on, and as my outrage rose over this petty cruelty, I woke up and understood. This was to be a test of wills.
    They would all be tests of will.
    Okay, then. I can play along. I can do what he asks and take it, and it won’t make me any less, because I’m on a job—
    “Come over here,” he ordered, walking backward. “Closer to the window.”
    I hesitated again.
    “Now.”
    I moved toward the window.
    “Get down on all fours,” he told me quietly, “and face away from me. Show me your pussy.
Do it.
”
    My skin goose-pimpled, and I felt an outbreak of cold sweat down my spine rounding the tops of my buttocks. I already knew I was supposed to act first and not think, but my mind hung on to a two-second lag. I realized that I’d be under the edge of the window where I probably couldn’t be seen unless you pressed your face right up against the bars. Still, it was humiliating.
    I was on all fours like a dog, my vulva facing out, and a shudder ran through me as I wondered what I was supposed to do next, what was going to happen, and as my mouth opened to speak—
    “Not one word,” he growled.
    We had kissed a little. He had fondled me, but that was it, and now I was suddenly on display, at his command, praying like hell that his clerk didn’t walk through the door and see me like this, and then I felt his finger stroking my labia.
    My juices started. I remember breathing his name, but he ignored me, his finger making the shallowest entry into my vagina, prompting me to moan.
    He took his hand away.
    “Go and get dressed,” he said. “No, no—do it here where I can see you. Aw, shit, no. I can see I’ve got to teach you everything. We’ll go over that later. You understand me?”
    “Okay.”
    “Say, ‘yes, sir.’”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Wipe that smile off your face. You want to have your pussy in the display window in the store? I can make you do it—”
    “Oh, no, you won’t.”
    “Then we’re done here—”
    “Okay, okay—”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Yes, sir!” I felt like I was going to sexual boot camp or something. I didn’t have a clue.
    “Listen, I help you with this,” he