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obeying the pull.
    “I look forward to seeing these again.” A hand crushed the soft weight of her breast in a cruel grip. “So big, so round. Wait until the bidders get a look at these. You’ll wish for the tender mercies of Lino then, I think.”
    Don’t reply, don’t reply. It just makes it worse.
    “Tough woman, eh?” She felt his warm, cigarette tainted breath on her cheek. “You won’t be so tough under the bright lights. Just like last time. Your cries were like a lamb’s.”
    “Fuck you, Lino.” She knew it would cost her, but she couldn’t let that one slide.
    Brightness flashed behind her left eye and her face rocked to the side, the slap cracking like a pistol shot, her cheek burning.
    “Hold your tongue in here, fulana . You’ve been told this before.” He grasped her leash close to the attachment at the collar, shaking her. “Do that again, and you go into the pens with a gag between those pretty lips. You don’t want that, I assure you. The bidders don’t like it when the mouth is unavailable. They need to see what they have to work with.”
    Her heart galloping, the tug of the leash led her through the barn, the sounds all around her now. She yelped as a hand slapped her ass, surprising her, Lino growling a curse at her in Spanish.
    She felt heat above her and her shoulder brushed against a rough wood surface, then some sort of bar pressed across the front of her upper thighs. Lino pushed her firmly against it. Her hands were bound to the bar by way of leather straps wrapped round and round her wrists.
    She wasn’t going anywhere now.
    “Do as you’re told, fulana .” Fingers squeezed her face, turning it toward Lino’s voice. “If anyone touches you, do not resist. You are here for them. You obey the commands they give. You keep that mouth shut. If anyone complains that you speak, it’s the gag.”
    This was different than last time too. A shudder ran through her, even as she felt the uncoiling of lust deep in her belly. On her inaugural visit to this dark place, there’d only been a few men. Their use of her had been relaxed, almost leisurely, and Kurt had been there for every minute of it. The fact that he was with her while those anonymous men used her had given her comfort, given her strength — and if she were brutally honest with herself — it had turned her on too.
    Sometimes a submissive woman needs to be careful what she wishes for when confessing a fantasy to her Dom.
    Lino patted her cheek then let her go, the noise getting louder all around. She flinched at a sharp report somewhere off to her right, strained female whimpers following it. There were murmurs behind her, then she froze at a touch so light to her shoulder it felt but a tickle.
    “Is she up for a term then?” The voice was female, shockingly, the tones smooth, cultured, with perhaps a not entirely submerged English accent.
    “According to the roster Lino sent out, yes.” The male voice grunted. “Something tells me you’re going to need to put up a pretty penny to get your hands on this beauty though.”
    A hand molded over the curve of her ass. “Pity she’s still got her clothes,” the female said. “Seems little point to put them in the pens if they’re covered.”
    “Yes, well, let’s have a look at the others. I marked her down, so we can come back to her if we need to.”
    Soft lips pressed to Breanna’s ear. “I can’t wait to see you up there, my beauty.”
    She shuddered as the strange couple moved on. She’d never even entertained the possibility of being touched, let alone used by a woman. She and Kurt had never talked about it specifically, but she knew — no matter how much the thought unsettled her — that if Kurt decided she’d be with a woman, then that’s what she’d have to do. There was really no questioning it.
    It would distract you, wouldn’t it? Afraid to face what you really want?
    She’d mentioned it in passing to Kurt weeks ago, and his reaction had been a