“Right. You just ruin them.” Laughing, low and bitter, Marcus leaked pride into his voice. “At least I’ve got this one almost ready to go so our customers don’t leave and go to some other operation.”
“Your first auction, already? It hasn’t even been three weeks. Are you sure you want to bet before you’ve even done the kitchen test?” Anthony lifted the tablet to switch to Marcus’ feed. The small, dark haired girl was in his punishment room, complete with his collection of BDSM-style furniture and tools.
“She’ll pass.”
“We’ll see,” Anthony answered, but Marcus laughed again.
“Beth didn’t pass.”
Anthony smiled slowly, tapping until her room showed on the feed again. His customer was finished, and she was lying flat on her bed, legs slightly parted. “I never claimed she was ready for the test, Marcus. That’s the difference here. I know what they are ready for, your pride blinds you.”
“Fuck you.”
“No, I’m not interested in incest, but I’m sure your whore could use another few orgasms to ready her for the kitchen test.” He smiled, tapping his fingers against the glass of sherry. “Maybe I’ll come and help with it.”
“I don’t want you here,” Marcus hissed.
“Oh, but that’s not really your choice, is it?” Waiting, Anthony turned back to the feed of the dark haired girl. Sated and asleep, she was responsive, even though she no longer fought Marcus.
But she would probably fight him. Call out for his brother, call out Master hoping to be saved, but Marcus would never interrupt him. He’d let him take her, let him hurt her so that she learned what her future could be. So that she could accept it.
“Erin isn’t ready, yet.”
“Then she isn’t ready for the kitchen test either, is she, Marcus?” He traced the girl’s figure on the screen, waiting.
“Maybe next week. I’ll check on Beth later.” With that, Marcus ended the call, and Anthony set the phone down, allowing his brother a few more days with his first girl in the new house.
It wasn’t like he had nothing to entertain him. Beth was still a set of holes, a broken doll that he could do what he wanted with, and as soon as his customer gave his feedback and left, Anthony could enjoy himself.
A knock sounded at the door, and he stood to let the man inside.
Once he was gone, he could stand Beth in the shower and wash her clean. It would be easy. She stood when directed, bent in the ways he made her. Just like a doll. And then he could take her to the living room and play with her as he relaxed — they had only made so much progress on her gag reflex, and it would be another marketable component if he could get her to the point where she took a cock down her throat without gagging quite so loudly.
Anything to get more money out of his Thai contacts when he finally got rid of her.
Then, Anthony would need to look at the list of potentials and choose who he’d entertain himself with next. Maybe this time he’d narrow the customer list, keep only the more hardcore customers… the ones who liked it when he hurt them. Made them suffer.
Marcus could have the pleasure, the companionship, the gentility.
Anthony would handle the destruction.
It had always been a talent.
The End
About Jennifer Bene
Jennifer Bene is a USA Today bestselling author of dark romance. She’s been in the Amazon Top 50, and had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, Suspense, Thrillers, Horror, and more. While she’s been writing for years, it’s always been the dark stuff that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males, feisty women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological story lines. Don’t worry though, she always insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after, because without the dark we’d never appreciate the light.
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