Page 20 of Broken Princess

“No,” I repeated.

“Christ,” he said, rubbing his chin. “What’s it going to take for you to give in, Willow?”

“I already told you. Nothing.”

“We’ll see about that,” he said, eyes narrowing. “We’re going to try something else now. Stand up and strip.”

My stomach lurched, and I wrapped my arms around myself and took a shaky step back.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” Jamie said. “Q didn’t give me permission to touch you like that. I just need to check how ready you are.”

I haltingly removed my new white clothing, assuming he meant he wanted to look over my body and make sure it was up to whatever standard they had in place here.

I couldn’t have been more wrong if I tried.

Jamie’s eyes gleamed as he spotted my piercings, and he let out a low whistle. “Wow. I should really call Logan to thank him.”

“Why?”

He motioned toward my golden nipple bars. “These will come in handy.”

“With what?”

“Your sale,” he said. “You might have the attitude of a wildcat, but piercings like that make you appear submissive. Every little bit helps.”

“Great,” I murmured.

He slapped me again, hard. “You really need to lose the sarcasm,” he said, voice dripping with venom. “Now… go over to that seat.”

With my cheek smarting again, I grudgingly walked over to a large metal chair on the right. Red ropes hung loosely off the back, arms, and legs.

Jamie followed me over and directed me to sit down. He used the ropes on the arms to fasten my wrists to the cold metal, and then he headed back over to the drawers. He returned with an enormous black double-ended dildo and a bottle of lubricant.

“After you’re purchased, you’re going to be fucked every single day,” he said, holding up the toy. “Your new owner won’t be gentle, so you should be thankful I’m using lube to ensure your readiness. He won’t show you the same kindness.”

I bit my bottom lip. “I’m not a virgin,” I said in a low voice.

“I know. But Logan never made you take anything this big, did he?”

I shook my head.

“Didn’t think so. Your new owner will want to dominate and humiliate you as much as possible, so he’ll probably force you to take things like this inside you all the time. Every single hole you have will be stretched, especially your ass. We need to prepare you for that. It’s for your own good.” He stepped closer, tipping lube on both ends of the dildo. “Try to lift yourself off the chair.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. If I thought about Logan and pretended I was at a wild sex party with him, I could handle this. I just needed to mentally prepare myself. Pretend I was turned on and desperately craving something inside me.

Jamie yanked on my hair, making my eyes water as pain raced across my scalp. “I told you to lift yourself off the fucking chair.”

I strained my legs as I followed his order, hovering above the seat with gritted teeth. Jamie placed the toy beneath me, smiling as the cool tips brushed against my pussy and ass. “Sit on it,” he commanded. “I know you can do it.”

I whimpered as I tried to sit down, slowly forcing the enormous pieces of silicon inside me. I felt like I was splitting apart, tearing right open.

Oh, fuck.

I was wrong a moment ago. No amount of picturing Logan and pretending I wanted this was going to help.

“Please,” I gasped out. “Untie my hands.”

Jamie frowned. “Why?”