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The metal tip hovered inches from the tip of my cock.

I didn’t move.

My pulse hammered in my throat, but I refused to give her the reaction she wanted.

“Look at me.”

I stared at the stain.

“Lachlan.”

Nothing.

She pressed her thumb against the sensitive skin beneath the head, trying to drag another response from me.

“Look at your mistress.”

I lifted my chin just enough to speak without turning toward her.

“Don’t have one.”

Her hand stopped.

The air in the room went still.

Isabeast stepped back and gestured.

“Pedro.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Come here.”

His boots crossed the concrete.

She smiled down at me. “Pedro understands obedience. He knows how to use his mouth properly and how grateful a man should be when I give him pleasure.”

I refused to react.

“Show our stubborn mutt what he’s going to learn.”

Pedro moved between my restrained thighs.

Then he dropped to his knees.

Panic slammed into my chest.

Pedro’s hand closed around my cock while Isabeast stood over him, watching me instead of the man kneeling at my feet.

“Look at me,” she ordered, poking me in the chest.

I kept my gaze fixed on the dark stain beside the drain.

She laughed softly. “Still pretending you’re in control?”

Pedro’s grip tightened.

Isabeast slid a hand up my arm and onto my shoulder. “You can cooperate with me, or Pedro can continue. He enjoys men who put up a fight.”