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Esteban King

She was crying cutely and wiping her tears with her elbow. I felt sorry for her. I was already scaring her half to death. I was sure of it. But even so, I didn't stop—I did what I wanted.

I pushed her to one of the VIP tables and slammed her down on the couch. "Stay here, or I swear I'll find you and kill your family. Don't make me do bad things to them," I threatened.

She nodded like an obedient kid. "I swear, I won't move."

I glanced over my shoulder at my guards. "Watch her. Don't even let her go to the bathroom, or I'll kill all of you."

They bowed their heads. "Yes, Master."

I heard her whisper under her breath, "Master."

I smirked but didn't respond. I snapped my fingers at my right-hand man, who managed the club. "Prepare a bondage show now."

"Master? Are you going in?" he asked, curious. I rarely did these shows. But I had a special guest tonight—a new prey.

I answered boldly. "Yes! Go now and get everything ready."

I headed back to my office and checked the camera screens for a bit, watching Camilla. She was huddled there, scared and shaking, fidgeting with her fingers nervously. I waited a few minutes. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Until the manager came in—I hadn't even noticed him talking to me at first. "Master, everything's ready."

I nodded and stood up. I took off my jacket, then walked out of the office and circled the stage.

I stepped onto the stage and welcomed everyone. The second they saw my face, they whistled and clapped, greeting me. "Hello, everyone. Tonight, I'm giving you a bondage show. But—with three slaves. Two girls and one guy!" They squealed with excitement.

I gestured to the slaves in my BDSM club, who were already dying for me to fuck them.

I picked the best two girls and my favorite guy—the most prized ones in the club. I'd trained them myself.

I stole a glance at Camilla to make sure she was still there. Her eyes went wide, confused. I beckoned her to the stage. She shook her head nervously, mouthing silently, "No, no."

But I ordered my men to drag her up.

She tried to push them away, but she couldn't—she was helpless. I pulled her against my chest and whispered, "Don't worry. I just want you close to me so you can see me fuck them."

She blinked, confused, and asked right away, "Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

I grinned like the devil, then stepped toward the slaves and left her standing there, frozen, with the best view right behind me.

I dragged three chairs onto the stage and tied the three slaves to them while they sat normally. But then I raised their legs up over their heads, exposing their asses to me and the crowd. I wrapped tape all over their bodies, leaving just their asses free.

I stepped back and pulled Camilla into a rough kiss. She froze and didn't kiss me back—and I didn't want her to at that moment. If she did, it would mean she had experience, and that would've made me furious.

Why? I liked this girl from the first sight. Even though she was so fragile, just a dancer—and a virgin one at that. But she had the guts to stand up to me, even though she was scared to death.

That was impressive!

I pulled away and gave her a demonic smile. I wanted to get hard, and her kiss helped a lot. I couldn't deny I wanted her to suck my dick.

But I didn't want her to be part of the show.

No, I wanted her to watch it.

She was mine alone, and I'd never let anyone touch her or see her body. She had no idea what I was planning for her yet.

I unzipped my pants and suddenly pushed into one of the slave's asses. She almost screamed and covered her eyes with her small, delicate hands.

But I gritted my teeth, staring at her while I thrust my dick into the girl's ass. "Open your eyes, Camilla, or I'll fuck you instead of her."

She shivered and slowly looked at me. Her eyes stayed locked on mine—not dropping to my dick or their bare asses.

Something was hidden in her mind, just like I was trying to bury in my chest what I felt for her.