“You know what this place is?”
She shook her head. “Mr. Pike said it something about training and…” she trailed off, shivering again.
“This here’s a school, for girls who’ll be owned.”
She balked.
“Rich, old guys, who’ve got the money to pay for some cute little thing like yourself on their arm when they walk into their yacht parties or fundraising galas. Most of the girls are here willingly, because the money’s good, but…” I trailed off, shaking my head and scowling.
“What’s the training?”
I glanced at Roman. We knew what it was, we’d been here long enough. We’d never been apartof that training, of course. We just did odd jobs here at the ranch, but we’d volunteered this time. This time, the thought of someone else “training” a girl like this was too much to bear.
The “training” was getting the girls knowing what was good — teaching them how to move, how to bat their eyes, how be perfect cock suckers. How to spread those legs, how to bend over submissively and offer up their ass with “please sir” on their lips.
Thatwas the training he wanted us to start with her. And God help me, I was hard as steel in my jeans just thinking of it, no matter how fucked up it was.
I mean, the idea ofteachingall those things to a girl like this? A girl as fucking sweet as original sin and pure as the driven snow? I knew it was wrong, and I knew she was there against her will, ready to be sold. But Iwasonly a man, and a girl with a body like that, lips like those, and that innocence surrounding herdoesthings to a red-blooded man.
“What’s your name, honey?” Roman said, softer this time as we led her up the stairs to the room that’d be hers for the short time she was here.
“Johanna,” she said quietly. “Or Jo. That’s what my uncle calls me.”
She looked like she was in shock.
“What do youwantto be called?”
“Johanna,” she said softly
She didn’t look up was we stepped into her new room. The place was spacious, and elegant, I’ll say that. The barn rooms were where the girls first got put, but after Jeb passed them along for training, they stayed in rooms like these — rooms built for fucking princesses. The place was all whites and silvers, a huge king-size bed dominating one wall, and gorgeous views of the hills through giant windows along another — barred, of course.
We stopped in the middle of the room, and I glanced at Roman again.
This was going to be the shitty part.
“We need you to strip.”
The words seemed to catch her off guard, and her head suddenly whipped around, her eyes wide.
“What?”
“Take your clothes off, Johanna.”
She swallowed, her face pale and her eyes blinking quickly. It’s not like she was unaware that she was basically already naked in front of us, with the outfit she had on. But I think it was the sudden swing of power, and the way I was suddenlywieldingthat power.
“Here’s the deal,” I said softly. “We ain’t gonna hurt you. We’re not gonnaforceyou, but you gotta know, this is beyond us.” I held her eyes with mine. “Ineedyou to follow what we tell you to do, for your sake and for ours.”
“Mostly yours, trust us,” Roman growled.
Her eyes darted between us, her chest rising and falling quickly. “Whatis the training?”
“How to please.”
I wasn’t going to sugarcoat this. I could have, but something told me this girl needed to hear this. If anything, just to understand how serious the situation was.
“How to make a mancome.” Some sick part of me definitely got harder at the look in her big blue eyes when I said that part.
“How to use that body, and those sweet lips of yours to do things to a man.”