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up as he approached.
    He unfastened the chain from her collar.
    “Strip off your shoes and stockings. The garter belt, too,” he instructed.
    She sat on the bed and unfastened the garters. He sat down beside her and stroked her breast as she glided one stocking down her leg, then pulled it off. As she pulled down the other stocking, his fingers glided between her legs, then pushed into her opening. She finished pulling off the stocking, trying to ignore his intimate touch.
    But the heat blazing through her made it difficult.
    “I’m going to take you out for a walk. Stand up.”
    Panic surged through her. All she wore was the leather collar.
    “Please, Sir, will you give me more to wear than this?” She didn’t want to go out in public totally naked.
    “Yes, I have another little something.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like small clamps on a chain.
    He opened one and fastened it to her nipple. It squeezed painfully. He attached the other one and she blinked back tears at the pressure on her sensitive nubs. She realized there was a third clamp and—
    “Oh,” she cried at the pinching on her clit. She stared down at the little metal clamp attached to her most sensitive bud.
    He hooked a leash to the metal ring on her leather collar.
    “Let’s go.”
    He led her from the room, through the beach house to the terrace. When he opened the door and led her outside, she cringed, but soon realized that there was no one around. There were no other dwellings in sight and the beach appeared to be totally private.
    The chain tugged on the collar as he walked across the terrace toward the beach. She kept up with him and soon felt the fine, warm sand between her naked toes. He led her toward the water and soon they were walking along, ankle deep in the warm, salt water.
    She began to enjoy the sun on her body and even the pinch of the clamps had become a pleasant sensation.
    After about twenty minutes, she saw green foliage ahead. Soon she realized it was a thick hedge. Definitely trimmed. Erik lead her around the bushes to a stone path. She froze, hearing voices nearby.
    He glanced at her frozen form. Then he tugged on the thin chain attached to the clamps and her nipples ached. Another tug and her clit burned with painful pleasure.
    She shook her head. “I can’t go where there are people who’ll see me like this.”
    “But you forget. You don’t have a say. You are my prisoner and you do what I tell you.”
    He coiled the leash around one hand and clamped his other hand around the length of chain right beside her collar and tugged, jarring her forward. She followed, her heart thumping wildly.
    They stepped into what looked like a resort, with villas overlooking the ocean, a pool, lounge chairs, and a lot of people.
    But this was clearly no ordinary resort. There were other women on leashes, some on all fours like a dog. One woman was leaning down drinking from a bowl of water, her naked ass exposing everything she had.
    In fact, almost all the women were totally naked. And many of the men.
    “What is this place?” she asked in a hushed tone.
    “Let’s just say it’s a place where a man can take his slave or captive and share, sell, or trade her.”
    Her eyes widened as her gaze shot to his. Oh, God, he wasn’t going to… to sell her? Kalie had heard a rumor from her other friends that Sylvia had been sold during her pursuit of her fantasy. In fact… it had been Erik who had bought her.
    Did that mean he’d have no qualms about selling Kalie now?
    Maybe he wouldn’t go that far, but trading her temporarily? Or sharing her? He’d already said he’d do the latter.
    A man approached Erik, his gaze on Kalie. He had a tall brunette on a chain. He spoke to Erik in hushed tones and Erik listened, but then shook his head. Erik grabbed the chain near her collar again and led her past the pool and through another set of bushes. Beyond those bushes was a grassy clearing encircled with lovely