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wanted to rub her bottom, but thought better of it. Donte's expression made it clear he meant business.
    He stood up and gently placed a fingertip between the folds of her pussy. Removing his moist finger, he smiled in satisfaction. "Your arousal pleases me."
    The heat burning Briar's face almost matched the heat on her ass. She couldn't resist looking down at her feet. She could hear him walk over to one of the ornately carved dressers. She glanced up in curiosity. He pulled out a long piece of silk fabric the color of the sunset.
    "Go ahead and put this sarong on. At times you will be expected to be nude, and at times you will not. For now, you may get dressed."
    Briar reached for the fabric, unsure what to do with it. There were no holes or buttons. Feeling Donte's stare, she quickly decided to wrap it around her like a bath towel and tucked it in at the top.
    Donte chuckled. "Here, let me help you." He twisted the material a few times, and expertly draped it around her body. "The girls of the harem will help you with the different ways you can wear this, but for now, I think this will do."
    She turned so she was looking in the mirror. Donte had somehow made her look like she was wearing an exceptionally sewn gown. "I can't believe you did this. It's so beautiful."
    He placed his hand on her lower back, as he had yesterday, and ushered her toward the door. "It is time we introduce you to the harem."
     

Chapter Six
     
    Dressed in lovely shades of silks and satins, the women of the harem stood as Briar and Donte walked into the room. Intricate hanging lanterns casting prisms of light in all directions were scattered along the twelve-foot-arched ceilings. Crystals hung between each, creating an illusion of enchantment and mysticism. Colors, beauty, grandeur, and luxury were only a few ways Briar could think to describe this room. Lush pillows scattered about the floor. Tapestries meshed with the woven rugs that blanketed the white marble flooring. Gold glitter danced in the air, resting on the delicate skin of the women. A metal chime near the open window tinkled a captivating melody.
    "Ladies, I would like to introduce our newest member of the harem, Briar Hope. I have no doubt that you will welcome her and make her feel at home." The end of Donte's statement came out as a warning rather than a statement.
    Briar wanted to hide behind Donte. She didn't want to be stared at by everyone. What would they think? Would they welcome her? She scanned the beautiful women and noticed that all seemed interested. A young woman, with beautiful blond hair, stared at Briar with huge blue eyes. She smiled and nodded the minute Briar made eye contact. The reassurance wasn't something Briar thought she needed until now.
    "Perfect timing, we were just about to begin today's anal training," Mistress Krin stated flatly. Briar watched the pretty blond wince at the statement, and wondered if she herself should be concerned. All she could remember was how Mistress Krin issued her first orgasm. The idea of anal training sounded exciting if it meant having another one.
    "Then I will leave you be," Donte said. Briar glanced over her shoulder and met Donte's steely gaze. "It is expected that you follow every command any of the Mistresses give you."
    Briar nodded. "Yes, sir." She went and stood beside the pretty blond when Donte motioned for her to do so.
    "You're really pretty," the blond girl whispered. "My name's Elbi."
    From behind, Mistress Krin's issued a warning with a steady, quiet tone. "Silence, Elbi."
    "Sorry, Mistress Krin," the girl stammered.
    "Perhaps I should show Briar what happens when rules are broken," Mistress Krin suggested.
    "That won't be—" Briar began, but Donte's hand touched her lower back with a firm warning. There was something about Elbi that made Briar want to stand up for her.
    "I expect you to behave, Briar. I hope I am not called to address any behavior issues." He pressed her lower back a little firmer and turned
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