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  At a snail’s pace I followed behind the hobbling old man, looking over the shabby brown trousers that hung off his body and the starched white, short sleeve buttoned up shirt. I didn’t understand how a man went from someone as put together as Aiden to something like this. I’d seen pictures of James when he was young. He was as debonair as many of the men in the society, but it seemed in his old age, he stopped caring about his appearance and donned the uniform typical of a dying old man.

  “Shouldn’t you be in school? Don’t tell me you dropped out. Although, I wouldn’t be surprised; I never thought you were exceptionally bright.”

  He was about as cuddly as a fucking cactus.

  “It’s Spring Break. I return to school in two days.” I explained.

  Grumbling again, he made his way to the room Aiden had long ago set up as a medical exam area. The entire space was equipped with the modern medical supplies that you would find in a hospital or doctor’s office. James had been instrumental in obtaining the supplies that weren’t typically sold to people without a medical license.

  “Is the bitch gagged? I’m in a mood today and I don’t feel like listening to the stupid whore crying and blubbering all over herself while I perform the exam. One fucking peep out of her and I’ll be sure to be as rough as fucking possible to teach her a fucking lesson.” His hand slammed down on the handle of the door and he waltzed in, not caring that Claire could hear every word he said.

  I looked over his shoulder at Claire and saw that she wasn’t struggling against the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and I was thankful for that. Any movement on her part and James would have a field day explaining to her why she should sit back and appreciate the fact that the society was seeing to her needs rather than fucking her stupid and tossing her outside in a dog cage where she belonged.

  His hatred towards women was enough to send shivers down my spine at the thought of how he must have treated his own courtesans when he had them.

  Setting his black medical bag on an empty counter, he pulled it open with a quick snap and ripped some white latex gloves from a dispenser in the wall. Forcing them over his age-spotted hands, he continued berating Claire and I both.

  “Another thing I don’t understand is why Aiden even agreed to train you.” He turned around and eyed me again. “I mean, look at you. Wrinkled jeans and an even more wrinkled t-shirt. Back in my fucking day the society would have tossed your sloppy ass out with the fucking courtesans who’d grown too old to perform. You need to take some pride in yourself if you ever want to pretend to be a real man. I’ll be sure to let Aiden know he needs to train you on your appearance together with training you how to break a bitch down.”

  I sighed as I leaned against a wall waiting for him to perform the exam. Crossing my arms over my chest, I listened to him ramble on, knowing full well that arguing with him was useless. He was an old mule who was so stuck in his ways that the argument alone would be enough to knock him over dead. Chuckling, I thought that might not be a bad thing.

  Flipping on the overhead light that was pointed down towards Claire, he slumped his body onto the stool and shoved the speculum inside her. She jumped at the sudden pressure and he slapped his hand down over her clit, which caused her to cry out around the gag.

  “You need to shut the fuck up, bitch, and hold still. I know that shit hurt and if you don’t want me to do it harder next time, you’ll be sure not to piss me off again.”

  I shook my head, looking towards Claire in support. I knew my presence wasn’t enough to help her through this experience, but I still let her know I was with her. Sure, the asshole didn’t have his hands inside my body, but I still felt some of the pain she was going through.

  “Well, I don’t see anything growing in there that we should be concerned with, but I’ll still perform the pap to make sure. You never know with these whores. They’ve probably been spreading their legs for every man that gave them the time of day before they were fortunate enough to be pulled from the streets…”

  “She’s not a prostitute, James. She was actually a physician such as yourself. She’s a psychologist.”

  He looked up at me and I chuckled at the silly magnifying glasses that were over his eyes.

  “Psychologist or Psychiatrist?”

  “Psychologist,” I answered.

  Waving his hand in the air, he grumbled again before retorting, “Well, then she might as well be a prostitute. All that means is that she’s a glorified psychic who believes that discussing feelings holds any value in modern science. Fuck that. Who gives a shit about feelings? In my day, we locked up the lunatics who couldn’t pull their shit together.”

  He was wearing on my last nerve, so I bit my lip to keep from telling him so. Claire’s eyes appeared to bug out of her head at what he was saying, but I was proud of her for keeping it together. She didn’t budge an inch or make any complaints or sounds. I would have to take my time rewarding her tonight in the playroom, especially knowing what she would go through tomorrow when she met Edward Clarke.

  After taking all of his samples and feeling her tits to ensure their weren’t any issues, he ripped the gloves from his hands and tossed them in a wastebasket before packing up his supplies.

  Neither he nor I spoke as he packed up, but once he was ready to leave the room, he started speaking again as we traveled back towards the front door.

  “You know, it’ll be interesting to see what happens with that one during the presentation next week.”

  “What do you mean?” Apprehension shot through me at his mention of the presentation. “Have you been invited to attend?”

  “Of course, I’ve been invited. All the senior members are going to be there to see Master Nathanial’s new courtesan. He says he has a special surprise for us. Something we’ve never seen before.” He barked out in laughter. “Asshole thinks he has a courtesan even more unusual than Rebecca. Should be interesting.”

  “Why haven’t I heard about any of this? I thought the presentation was about Claire.”

  Reaching the door, he turned around to eye me yet again. I swear the man had one big yellow eye that could see right through every person he scrutinized.

  “Hmph. That’s between you and Aiden. As far as I’m concerned, I’m only attending because I want to see what this freak show is all about. I’m damn near close to death and nothing surprises me anymore. Nathanial promised that even I will lose my shit over it.”

  Pulling the door open, James stepped through and looked back at me one last time. “Do me a favor and tell Aiden that next time he has a guest, he’d better put his dick in his pants and greet me proper. It’s bullshit that he stuck me with you. At least with that jackass, I’m in for a somewhat intelligent conversation.”

  I shook my head in disbelief at just how nasty the man could be. After he disappeared into his car, I closed the door and leaned back against it.

  What the fuck did Aiden have planned?

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Claire

  I was floored.

  There were no other words to describe how I felt about that disgusting man who dared call himself a physician.

  If the vile words spewing from his mouth weren’t bad enough, his manhandling of my body added the proper insult to the injury. I couldn’t believe what I heard from him. So many thoughts had raced through my head during that horrifying examination and I realized that the saddest one of them all was that a monster as evil as Aiden was actually preferable to James.

  I couldn’t stand that he saw me naked, much less touched me. I felt dirty afterwards and begged Holland to let me take another shower. He’d agreed, immediately escorting me to the bathroom and giving me distance as I scoured my skin just to make sure I’d washed every trace of the insufferable old bastard off my skin.

  “You want me to wear this?”

  I stood in front of a full-length mirror in my new bedroom holding up the skimpy black corset and slip of thread he claimed were panties. He stepped up behind me
and took the clothes from my hands. Holding them in place for me, he rested his chin on the top of my head, saying, “It’s what a courtesan wears. Every piece has been hand selected to compliment your figure perfectly. Lucky for whoever bought these items, your figure is perfect.”

  He was never short on compliments, that was, until I talked back or didn’t bother to follow some other ridiculous command exactly as he’d given it. My ass had a permanent stain of pink over the skin because of his hand and the repeated spankings I’d received in the playroom the night before. I wasn’t sure what had shifted in Holland since I’d agreed to play along as his courtesan. The lighthearted man he’d been disappeared and was replaced by a dominant man, one who was as seductive as he was domineering.

  “It’s barely enough to cover anything. I should just walk out there naked for all this is worth.”

  He chuckled wickedly above me. “Part of your duty as a courtesan is to tantalize and tease. You are an ornament for the man that owns you. Because of your beauty, his peers admire him. Being a courtesan is more than just being a slave to your owner, it’s a position that needs to be respected. It’s a compliment to your beauty that we do this.”

  I couldn’t help my words at that moment. “Against a woman’s will…”

  Dropping the clothes, he pinched my nipples so hard that my head fell back against his shoulder, the statement I was making was lost to the odd combination of pleasure and pain. I won’t lie and say that I haven’t enjoyed sex with Holland. I feel ashamed to admit it and bothered by the fact that I could enjoy any of this at all. I would be lying if I tried to deny the addiction I was developing to the way he could make me feel.

  “What have I told you about that mouth of yours?” A warning was woven through his words and I took a steadying breath to calm my heart. I was torn apart by all of this, hating and being attracted to a man at the same time. He was a walking contradiction and I couldn’t decide whether he wanted to help or hurt me in the long run. One minute he was protecting me and in the next, he was no better than Aiden. With Holland, it was never physical, but I couldn’t step out of line in the slightest without being reminded that I was nothing more than a slave.

  Every day it seemed like Holland was less of a victim and more like a willing participant in all of this.

  “I’m sorry.” I choked out the weak apology on shaky breath. The tips of my nipples started to tingle beneath his hold. I didn’t want to get turned on by it. It was jarring how easily the body would respond despite the mind not wanting it to. It felt like another violation all together, as if they’d damaged your soul by forcing you to find pleasure in the pain they inflicted.

  “I bet that feels good.” He grinned at me through the reflection in the mirror. “I hope so, at least, because I have a surprise for you.” When he released my breasts, I quivered at the feeling of lightning shooting down from my nipples straight to my pussy.

  Stepping away from me, he crossed the room and disappeared into the closet. When he emerged from the shadowed interior, I watched his reflection in the mirror and saw something in his hands that sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight streaming in through the large picture window. A charming smile adorned his lips, a dimple appearing on his cheek when he admitted, “I bought you some jewelry. I hope you don’t mind.”

  Turning to look at him, I took a step forward only for him to hold his hand up to stop me.

  “You forgot something behind you. Do me a favor, turn around and pick it up.” Motioning towards the clothes he’d dropped on the floor he waited patiently for me to do as instructed. I sighed, turned around as I’d been told and bent over to retrieve the scant bits of lace and silk he referred to as ‘clothes’.

  “No matter how many times I’ve seen it, I will never stop admiring your ass, Pet. It makes me rock hard every fucking time it’s in my view.”

  Standing upright, I looked in the mirror and was startled by the fact that he’d crossed the room and was right behind me. His hand grabbed one cheek of my ass and I flinched because the skin was still tender from the night before. Releasing his tight hold, He ran a finger up the crease between my cheeks and said, “I haven’t taken this yet.”

  My heart stopped. My breathing stopped. Every muscle in my body froze.

  Shaking my head, I was motionless in a moment of fear realizing what he’d meant. “No…no, that’s…you’re not.”

  He smiled and I felt faint by the adrenaline that was coursing through my veins. “Actually, I will. You’ll let me and you’ll like it. Anything can happen at that presentation, Claire. You need to be trained on everything.”

  I forced my body to swallow down the painful lump in my throat. I couldn’t stop shaking my head in refusal of what he was telling me. From his expression, I could tell that it would be done regardless if I agreed or not.”

  Massaging the tight hole of my ass with his fingertip, he brought his other hand around and rubbed circles over my clit. It was already oversensitive from the amount of orgasms he’d given me only hours before and my knees instantly wobbled at the sensation.

  “You’ll enjoy it.” He spoke in a soothing tone in an attempt to calm me. “You’re just scared. It’s understandable. Now get dressed. I’ll put your jewelry on you when you’re done.”

  He stepped back to allow me room to force the tight corset around my body. After snapping a hundred tiny little buttons up the front, I wasn’t surprised that it was designed to lift my breasts rather than cover them. Holland loved my breasts and it was a rare occasion that he would let me hide them from his view. I pulled on the three strings that made up my panties and then the black silk stockings that had lace running along the top that matched the corset. Snapping those in place with the garters, I finished off the ridiculous outfit by climbing into the four-inch stiletto heels that Holland gave me.

  When I looked up at Holland, I was struck by the blazing heat behind his eyes.

  “You look amazing.” He paused and allowed his eyes to travel slowly up my body. I could feel his gaze on my skin it was so intense. “I’ve never seen a woman more seductive than you. It’s breathtaking.”

  I trembled in response to the rough quality of his voice. I knew from the encounters we had in the playroom that when his voice sounded like that, I’d be forced into whatever position he wanted as he forced me to scream his name.

  Standing up from the bed, he took a few steps to close the distance between us. He pulled the jewelry from his pocket and I looked down believing it to be a necklace. It sparkled like a thousand small diamonds and I gasped when I realized that’s exactly what it was. I was awestruck by its beauty. Out of habit, I lifted my hair and turned around so he could fasten it around my neck.

  He chuckled lightly. “I don’t remember telling you to turn around, Claire.”

  Dropping my hair, I spun slowly on my heel to look up at him. “But…I thought it was a necklace.”

  His charming smile reappeared and he shook his head ‘no’ in response. “No, Pet. It’s something much more personal and special than that.”

  A quick painful pinch on the tip of my breast took my breath away and I looked down to see a diamond studded clip on my nipple.” Shock was evident in my expression. When I looked back up into Holland’s face, he attached another clip to my other breast.

  “Ah…” I couldn’t help my reaction. They hurt when he first put them on and the skin tingled immediately.

  “They’re nipple clamps.” Lightly pulling on the diamond chain that hung between them he laughed when I yelped. “They might hurt for the moment, but your body will adjust.” He stared down at the clamps. “The diamonds, however, can’t even begin to compete with the beauty of your perfect breasts.”

  Finally glancing down, I stared at the flash of jewelry that swayed with even the slightest movement of my body. He tugged on the chain lightly and I gasped at the sensation. That nerve traveling between my breasts and my core felt tight and electrified with the constant pressure of the clamps.”
r />   Releasing the chain, he said, “If you’re a good girl during this meeting, I’ll show you their purpose when we get done. The fun isn’t in the application. It begins when they are removed.”

  Stepping towards the door he opened it and motioned for me to walk out into the hall. Balancing on the heels, I attempted to walk as smoothly as possible in his direction, instantly thankful for the transition between the carpeting in the bedroom and the hardwood flooring in the hall. It was easier to walk when I had a solid surface beneath my feet.

  He closed the door and waited for me to take my place behind him. However, before he took the first step forward, he spoke to me from over his shoulder. “Remember what I’ve taught you, Claire. Aiden will be watching and even one small slip could result in problems.”

  Silently, I nodded my understanding and we walked the halls in route to the front foyer. The entire time, I was keenly aware of the clamps gripping my nipples and the jeweled chain bouncing between my breasts in time with my steps. It was oddly erotic and I wasn’t sure if I loved or hated the jewelry.

  Turning a corner, I stepped into a large room behind Holland. I could hear voices in the distance and I peeked around Holland’s broad shoulders to see Aiden speaking to another man and Rebecca kneeling at that man’s feet. She looked absolutely gorgeous in a sapphire blue negligee. The design was so simple, but it complimented her figure and brought out her hair and skin tone. When I focused on her face, my chest tightened to see the sorrow in her expression.

  Stepping closer, I almost gagged when a smell wafted under my nose that forced bile up my throat. I struggled to swallow it back down, but then fought the welling tears in my eyes. The smell was revolting and made me think of rotting corpses or something worse.

  Holland stopped moving forward and I stopped as well, happy that I could hide behind him. My happiness wouldn’t last long. Within seconds, he grabbed my arm and pulled me around to his side. I glanced up from the floor at his expression and noticed how he scrunched his nose in response to the unbearable, putrid odor that was permeating the space.