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Bile rose in my throat.

The restraints held me in place while she settled her weight against me and rested one arm over my shoulder.

“Do you remember the house in Jersey?” she asked. “The sofa? The condom you were so worried about using?”

I kept my gaze lowered, fixed on a crack in the concrete.

“You came so nicely for me not that long ago.” She shifted against me, grinding her hips over mine. “But you never thanked me properly.”

My cock twitched beneath her.

Rage followed so fast it nearly choked me.

I didn’t want her. Every part of me recoiled from the woman sitting on my lap, but my cock responded to friction whether my mind gave permission or not. She’d count every involuntary reaction as obedience and use it to convince me that my body belonged to her.

Her weight moved over me again, slower this time, and my cock hardened against my will. Fuck. I hated that I couldn’t stop the response.

“There he is,” she murmured. “Your pride may be stubborn, but this part of you remembers exactly how good I made you feel.”

I gripped my hands behind the chair until the cuffs cut deeper into my wrists.

“Look around you, Lachlan. My men have all learned how to please me and how to accept whatever pleasure I choose to give them.” She leaned close to my ear. “You can learn willingly, or I’ll let them take over your training. They aren’t nearly as patient as I am.”

One of the men grunted.

“Pedro particularly enjoys breaking in men who swear no one will ever touch their precious virgin ass.”

I made the mistake of glancing to my right.

Diego gave me a slow wink.

Anxiety tightened beneath my ribs, but I snapped my gaze back to the floor.

The disgust wasn’t just that another man might touch me. It was that none of it would be my choice. She intended to use these men to strip away every boundary I had.

She dragged herself against me once more. My cock thickened despite the revulsion rolling through my stomach, and humiliation burned beneath my skin. I hated the response. Hated her knowing she’d caused it. Hated that the restraints gave me no way to put distance between us.

Her lips brushed my cheek as her mouth curved into a smile.

“Your cock is already learning, but that filthy mouth still refuses to show me any gratitude.”

She leaned back and waved a finger in the air as if I were a naughty child.

“That won’t do, will it, boys?”

“No, ma’am,” Mateo answered.

Diego’s reply came thick with satisfaction. “He should show his gratitude, Mistress.”

“Exactly.”

She caught my chin and tried to turn my face toward hers. I pulled against her grip, refusing to give her the eye contact she wanted.

“When I choose to give you pleasure, you will address me with respect. You will thank me by name, and you will remember that every response I draw from you belongs to me.”

“Nothing about me belongs to you.”

“We’ll see about that.” She climbed off my lap and held out her hand. “Mateo.”