Chapter 73

“Were someone claiming you they would not allow this,” he said quietly. “A slave that is owned can only be used by its masters.”

My own breath shuddered out and I opened my eyes watching the wall beside us. He was right. My owners, were they claiming me, would never allow this.

The man pressed against me as I whimpered on the floor with tears running down my face. He was hard and large. The bulbous head started to slip into me and he stilled his movements. Some part of me was still lucid enough to be grateful he didn’t just ram himself home in a single push. I wasn’t ready and, oil or not, I would probably tear.

A shadow passed on the floor from the direction of the window. I didn’t look to see who it was, it didn’t matter. When these men were done, the ones still outside would probably take a turn also. It would just give them reason to hurt me if I looked at them.

“Too bad,” the man on top of me said and pulled himself out.

I lay still and waited for