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thoughtfully.
    “Yes?” Carlos clipped out.
    “I would think if you had a girl who served you well, you wouldn’t want to share her.”
    Carlos’s fingers dug into my breast. My hips jerked in a silent plea for mercy against Tyler’s hand.
    “Weren’t you just the one asking to borrow her?” Carlos said in a silken tone. “And now you complain about my methods? But let’s not forget. Your area of expertise is on keeping the bitches fenced in. Me? I have years of training whores like her.”
    Tyler shrugged, unconcerned with the beast in the room. “I want her, sure. I could take her off your hands even, if you were looking to sell.”
    Carlos narrowed his eyes.
    “I’m thinking of expanding,” Tyler explained. “Building a personal line. I could learn a lot from a guy like you. And she’d be a great starter piece.”
    Carlos eyes widened briefly, which for him was practically preening. “You can purchase one from the shipment. A fresh one.”
    “Sure.” Tyler shrugged. “But that one’s getting older, hmm? You could get a nice young one to use your experience on. But this one, already well behaved, would set an example for other girls I purchased.”
    It was a new experience for me, being negotiated over while I was in the room. Disappointment seared me, because I’d thought, or hoped, that Tyler could be different. He’d asked if I needed help, if I needed money or something, and I thought that meant that he was a nice guy. Or maybe that our history meant something, however small. But here he was, ready to establish me as head whore on his new little harem. Fabulous.
    “I’ll think about it.” Carlos stood. He dug his fingers into my hair, yanked me up beside him, and marched me off into his office. Before I knew it, I was bent over his desk, getting slammed into from behind. He was turned on, but it wasn’t from me. It was Tyler’s words that had done it, every covetous word as much a stroke to his cock as his ego.
    At least my pussy was ready to take him this time, I told myself. At least I wasn’t dry.
    I’d had all kinds of sex. Quick sex, painful sex, humiliating sex, but this was the least sex-like sex I’d ever had. It wasn’t about lust, it was about power. Not even ownership, which implies a certain regard for the object, even pride. This was more like getting pissed in the face by a dog. He didn’t care about his territory, he just didn’t want anyone else to have it.
    Carlos’s hand tangled in my hair, curling me back in an unnatural arc as he whispered in my ear, “Yes, I taught you well, didn’t I, whore? Making the other guys want you. Fucking whore.”
    His fingers groped at me, grabbed at me, mastered me before I’d even given a thought to rebellion. I’d known this evening would include sex, but I’d thought I’d have a break at least, some time to pretend I was a regular girl and not this. Stupid, really.
    As my ass tilted back, he rammed in deep, too deep. He bottomed out, hitting my cervix and I couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped. Then with a harsh expulsion of air, he came inside me. Thank God.
    He slipped out of me wetly, then fell back across his desk chair.
    “Go on,” he said, slurred. “Entertain him. Show him how well I trained you.”
    I’d expected Tyler to be on the couch where we left him. He was across the room, and that was okay, maybe he was wandering around or maybe he’d gotten some of the food that was laid out. He didn’t turn as I approached, too engrossed in something. Maybe I should have been scared, maybe that was the point of the whole charade, to put me off of him, but I was curious. Even knowing what I knew, everything about him fascinated me—the smell of his aftershave, the soft hair on his arm, the way a smile flickered on his face without him seeming to move a muscle.
    So when I reached his back and he still hadn’t noticed me, I peeked around his arm. It was a stupid move, just like thinking smart-ass thoughts, the kind