Her Troika (The Complete Story) (Dominion Trust Book 2) by Trent Evans Page A

well, especially at the crowd that watched from the side where the pens stretched away. The smiles, the appraising, critical looks of the women were the hardest to take, for she wanted to claw out their eyes, prove to them that they were no better than she was.
    The men were somehow easier to tolerate, even understand, their lusts firmly in control. That didn’t mean Breanna was at all comfortable with what was happening. No, this was entirely more than even her darkest dreams had prepared her for. Inside, she roiled with an indefinable maelstrom of emotion: terror, a sick, out of body type fascination, a sort of elemental humiliation that she felt to her very bones, and underpinning all of it — and most shocking to her — a deep, disturbing arousal. She’d always known she was submissive, and indeed felt at peace subject to a man, complying with his every sexual demand. But this was something much more intense, dangerous, and utterly irresistible.
    This night had opened her eyes to a part of her psyche she’d not known existed, and despite the dark pleasure of it, the wrongness at what her body felt as the quintessence of right , she wasn’t sure she wanted to really know about this part of herself.
    Things once learned, cannot be unlearned. She knew this, but that knowledge of that baser part of her, that aspect of her sexuality that reveled in her subjugation as someone, something , less than human, shook her to the core.
    Two men quickly emerged as the frontrunners to win, both trading bids rapid-fire. One was a rather stout older man, a well-kept salt and pepper beard neatly framing a strong jaw. His eyes looked upon her not as a person, but as a potential acquisition, the avarice she saw there something she’d never experienced before. His rich suit opened at the neck, hinting at a powerful chest, the gold band on his finger glinting in the bright light as he held up the placard that signified a bid.
    His competition was someone entirely unexpected. A man so young, she’d have guessed him a mere youth of eighteen or nineteen. But the bright blue eyes and hard lines on his face bespoke an age beyond his years — and belied a cruelty that couldn’t be hidden, that she felt viscerally. He would not be a kind master — if that was what he’d become to her, should he win the bidding war.
    Frantically, she looked for Kurt, not sure if he’d even be there. He’d told her nothing when he’d left her with Lino, which in itself was not wholly unexpected. He’d made it clear that on such weekends, she was something less than a woman, something more than an animal. Most of the time he’d forbidden her to even speak, though thankfully Lino sometimes did allow it.
    Though she hated Lino with a bitterness she couldn’t identify, she was grateful for that small mercy.
    You come here because you don’t want mercy. There is no point in thinking otherwise.
    “Turn her,” she heard the man behind her say. She’d recognized him as they’d marched her down to the wooden dock. It was the same man she’d seen speaking with Kurt the last time she’d been to this place. The man Kurt had been talking with when the black blindfold had deprived her of her sight. Perhaps he’d had a chance to sample her body too? It was likely she’d never know, a fact that both galled and thrilled her in equal measure.
    Why was it that injustice called to her so?
    The two towering men holding her arms spun her around, her breasts swinging wildly, and making her cheeks flame. She cursed the fact that she could not stay their swinging on her chest, the movement no doubt drawing every male eye in the place.
    A hand clasped her nape, sending chills down her spine. The hand pushed her downward, another insinuating itself at the crease of her waist, the fingertips perilously close to her sex. They forced her to bend straight, her ass thrown out like a mare in heat. She tried to clench her ass to prevent her charms from being revealed, but as