Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“I’m open to the idea,” Oscar said after exchanging a look with Viktor. “But we’ll need more details before committing.”
Jax nodded, taking possessive hold of my sore bottom and making me whimper. “Of course. And when the conference happens, I’ll be happy to share Louisa with you both while the distributors enjoy the other bad girls.”
I trembled at his words, staring down at the floor as my face burned with humiliation. I was to be a special treat for the bosses, while other girls like me would be offered to the rank and file. The thought made me sick, but the wetness between my legs told a different, more shameful story.
“For now,” Jax continued, “let’s finish our meal.” He picked me up from the table as if I weighed nothing, then lowered me back to my chair. He pulled the plastic pants and diaper down my legs and off me, then gave them to Rudy. Once I was naked under the pink dress, Jax turned to the other men and continued, “I have some Japanese whiskey waiting in my den, and although she isn’t quite ready for sharing fully, I’d love your help in training my Little Lulu further. I want her ready for what’s going to happen to her little bottom when you gentlemen depart this evening.”
CHAPTER 12
Louisa
Jax’s words sent a chill down my spine. Training me further? My bottom? I clutched the edge of my chair, suddenly and perversely missing the diaper and the plastic pants. The three men continued their meal as if they hadn’t just been discussing using me like an object, passing me between them like a party favor.
My mind raced with the implications of what I’d heard. A conference of drug distributors, lured in with the promise of ‘bad girls’ like me. And then what? The way Jax had discussed ‘taking out’ competition suggested something far more sinister than a business meeting. These men were planning a massacre, and they were going to use women—girls like me—as bait.
I needed to escape, to warn someone. But who? The police? Would they even believe me? And how could I possibly get away when I was constantly watched, constantly controlled?
As the men finished their meal, Rudy cleared the dishes while Mateo stood guard by the door.
“Shall we move to the den?” Jax suggested, standing and extending his hand to me. “Little Lulu, come with Daddy.”
I took his hand, my legs trembling as he led me down the hallway after Oscar and Viktor. The den was a comfortable room with leather furniture, a well-stocked bar, and walls lined with books. A large television hung on one wall, and beneath it, I noticed with a sinking feeling, was what looked like a polished, bright pink wooden stool with leather restraints attached.
“Gentlemen, make yourselves comfortable,” Jax said, guiding me to stand in the center of the room. “Rudy, bring us the Yamazaki 18, please. And the tasting harness for Little Lulu.”
My stomach dropped. The tasting harness. I remembered all too well what Jax had done after bathing me. Rudy left and returned moments later with a tray of whiskey and the complicated arrangement of straps I’d had to wear earlier.
“Now, Little Lulu,” Jax said, taking the harness from Rudy, “it’s time to show our guests how sweet you taste.”
“Please,” I whispered. “Not like this.”
Jax’s expression hardened. “Rudy, take her dress off, please. Little Lulu, you’re going to assume the position for your harness on the ottoman. Now.”
I looked up at Rudy as he approached, my hands balled into little fists as if I might fight him off.
“Hands over your head,” he said, his voice almost gentle.
To my mortification, as I obeyed, and the enormous bodyguard reached down to pull the little pink garment up and off me, my pussy clenched hard at the knowledge that all these men could see me there in my daddy’s den, completely naked except for my humiliating collar.
My cheeks blazed like the sun as I walked to the big, leather-upholstered ottoman on wobbly legs. I sat on it, then lay back, facing the long sofa where Oscar and Viktor sat, grateful at least that I could only see the ceiling with its recessed lighting.
“You know what to do,” Jax said, his voice somehow a mixture of paternal care and paternal strictness. “Knees up and back.”
With a helpless little sob I obeyed this command, too. The straps of the horrid harness felt even more restrictive than I remembered as Jax put them on, forcing my knees further up and apart, revealing everything to the hungry gazes of the men. My arms were secured behind my head, leaving me completely helpless.
How many men? How many men are looking at my pussy and my bottom, my breasts with their shamefully hard nipples? Jax and his guests, and six… six huge, hulking bodyguards.