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to keep her in line.
    When Simone had been claimed by her new owner – a bespectacled, studious-looking black man who’d been part of the group travelling to the island from Antigua – Damon called for Adele to step up to the block. Jessica was unable to pay any attention as he outlined the blonde’s virtues as a potential slave, before stripping and displaying her just as he’d done with the other two. All she could do was stand and wonder who among the men might choose to bid for her, Jessica, once they’d heard she had no experience as a slave and was here because Max had decided she needed to be tamed.
    ‘Move, slut,’ Mistress Delice growled in her ear, and she was being pushed forward into the spotlight, too ashamed to raise her face to meet the audience’s gaze as Damon Barada set the opening bid for her services at 50 dollars.

Chapter Six
    Until the last of the women came on stage, Jason had been watching the auction with a detached eye. Even after everything he’d been told about Isla Barada – all the stories of dominant men using willing women as their slaves, stories that had his cock rigid in his underwear whenever he thought about them – he’d found it hard to believe that was what he would encounter when he arrived. It hadn’t taken him long to discover every word was true, and more. So the thought of an auction, where all the women who’d been brought here this week by their masters were to be sold off to the highest bidder, should have had him salivating with anticipation.
    However, when they’d brought the first of the slaves to the auction block, half-naked and shackled, he had remained curiously unmoved. Honey, the half-Thai girl, might have had a luscious, full-breasted body and kept her eyes suitably downcast as Damon Barada, revelling in his role as auctioneer, demonstrated all her finer points. But the vibes she gave off told Jason – and, he assumed, all the other would-be bidders – that she wasn’t in the least ashamed at having the thin white robe that was the only garment she wore stripped right off her, so her bare tits and shaved pussy could be fondled and discussed in the crudest of terms. Everything about her screamed brat, and he’d never seen the appeal in a girl who deliberately acted up in order to earn herself a spanking.
    As the price for Honey continued to rise – bids being made in the currency Barada jokingly called “Damon dollars”, the bills he’d had designed especially for use in the resort – Jason stood back and watched the covetous expressions on the faces of the three self-made millionaires fighting to buy her. He could almost smell the testosterone, coming off them in waves, as each attempted to outbid the others. Not for the first time since he’d arrived, he felt out of his depth among the company in which he’d found himself.
    No doubt Harry Lieberman had thought he’d been doing the right thing by treating Jason to this trip. And it was far from the first present he’d been bought by a celebrity client grateful for the amount of weight his training regime had helped them shed, or the way he’d helped them to bulk up their body in preparation for a role in a demanding action film. Usually, though, he received a nice watch or a crate of champagne to say thank you, nothing as unorthodox as Lieberman’s gift.
    But then, he considered, nothing about the newspaper magnate was orthodox. They’d learnt a lot about each other in the two months it had taken Lieberman to shed 25 pounds and fit once more in the suit he’d worn for his marriage to his third wife. However, it was only towards the end of their time together that Harry had confessed he’d taken Jason on as his personal trainer having been given his details from a friend who was a regular at Club Martinet. Until then, Jason hadn’t even considered the possibility that his client might be a fellow scene player. Having established their mutual interest in BDSM, he’d expected