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him.
    Kaitlin turned a page and found a plate. Her breath hitched.
Oh heavens. It was an illustrated book.
    The picture showed Asha standing in a large chamber,
surrounded by robed men. She wore only a short jacket that barely covered her
breasts and a pair of blowsy pants riding low on her hips. The caption read, Sold!
    The story went on, telling of Asha’s journey to her new
home, her grooming—which made Kaitlin’s brows rise—and introduced the sultana ,
who ruled the harem, the eunuchs who guarded it and the kadin , the
sheik’s third wife, who was in charge of training the slaves. First, Asha was
taught how to prepare her body for his use. At this detailed description,
Kaitlin’s eyes went very wide, her body restless.
    Halfway through, she set the book on the bed and got up to
lock the door. Licking her lips, she found the beginning of the section and
read it again.
     
    “Touch yourself,” the kadin ordered.
    Asha winced. Embarrassed. Unsure.
    “Go on. Do it.” The kadin guided her hand across
her naked belly and down to her freshly shorn curls. Deeper, into her slit. Oh,
how slick and wet she was. “That’s it,” the kadin murmured. “Rub that
little pearl.”
     
    Wrenching up her skirts, Kaitlin read the section again,
this time, mimicking the action in the book.
     
    “Good. Good. Little circles.”
     
    Kaitlin gasped as she followed suit.
     
    “Now, stroke your breasts. Yes. How does that feel?”
    Asha sighed. It was wonderful. Her nipples were swollen
and fat and tender. The kadin scraped a nail over one and she winced
with pleasure.
    “Faster. Faster. Yes. Now pinch your nipples. Tug on
them.”
     
    Shards of delight shot through Kaitlin as she did as the
harem trainer commanded of the slave. Saint’s have mercy, she’d never imagined—
     
    “Now, ease your fingers inside.”
    Asha stilled. Surely she couldn’t do that.
    At her hesitation, the whip fell on her hip. Not a harsh
lash, like the one she’d received when she arrived, but a warning. Still, it
sent a thrill slicing through her body.
     
    Kaitlin paused, thrown out of the story for a moment. How
could the lash of a whip be thrilling? She decided to pass over that bit and
continue on, because now Asha had refused to obey and the kadin wrenched
her to her feet and led her to a small bench with a long, thin obelisk on the
seat.
     
    “You shall be punished for your refusal, slave.”
     
    A shudder walked through Kaitlin. She blinked in surprise.
Why would the prospect of a punishment cause that reaction? Oh, this was a
naughty, naughty book indeed.
     
    “Sit.” The kadin guided Asha to her knees, then down on
the stool, spreading her nether lips, opening her cunt.
     
    Oh heavens. Another shudder at that word.
     
    Asha tried to wrench up when she realized where that hard
phallus was meant to go, but the kadin was relentless. The marble cock
brushed her cunt with a cold kiss.
    “No. Please, mistress. I will be good.”
    Dark chuckles echoed in the stony chamber, the kadin’s twined with those of the eunuchs standing guard.
    “A familiar promise. But it is far too late for that, my
dear. Next time you will obey immediately.” She pushed Asha down on the phallus
and it filled her. She cried out. “Silence, girl, or I will find something to
silence you.”
    The eunuchs laughed again. She glared at them.
    “Look. She is still mutinous, mistress,” one of them
said.
    Asha winced. Surely she would be punished for that too.
    “She will not be when this is finished.” The kadin took
Asha’s hands and bound them behind her back, thrusting her breasts forward. She
strapped her ankles to the sides of the bench, leaving Asha impaled and
helpless. Why her body wept, she did not know, but she could feel the juice
dampening the marble—
     
    Kaitlin moaned as a sharp thrill shot through her. The
strokes between her legs became more frantic. Her little button throbbed,
pulsed with every beat of her heart. Dew clung to her