I took one step into the dinner party.

It was one step over my head.

Simone lazily approached, nursing a flute of champagne. Her slinky kimono expertly matched Anthony’s tie. She entwined my free arm in hers, effectively pinning me between her and Anthony.

“Morgan, darling.” Her words iced my spine. “So glad you could join us for dinner.”

Did…did they know dinner would be served on a naked girl?

Well, of course they knew.

But did they care?

Vibrant sushi, every color of the rainbow, covered the woman’s exposed skin. She lay perfectly still and balanced dozens of pieces over her body. Only her breathing shifted the delicate pieces of art arranged over her breasts, her navel…

Lower.

This was...not what I’d expected.

Anthony and Simone exchanged greetings over my head. I ignored them, my eyes fixated on the naked girl—covered in so much fish the chef must have massacred the cast of two Disney movies to create the dinner.

I heard of sushi bars before, but none of my friends ever mentioned this sort of extra treat coming with their meals. Maybe it was a perk of the Japanese restaurant, like a fortune cookie in a Chinese place?

Except naked.

And touching the food.

I tore my eyes away from the table. The other guests thought nothing of the girl. Occasionally, someone would cast a wayward glance at her—admiring a curve or commenting on the blood red piece of fish placed over her heart.

Anthony’s arm flexed. It took a genuine nudge before I dared to look up at him.

“I didn’t want to give away the surprise, pet,” he said.

This wasn’t a surprise. This was a shock. Straight up, hand over mouth, someone-grab-my-smelling-salts shock. I didn’t know how to answer.

“She must not like sushi.” Simone tisked her tongue. “We could get her a Happy Meal instead.”

“If she likes.” Anthony ignored her. I wished I could.

Oh, hell. I took a deep breath. This wasn’t so bad. I’d attended my share of wild frat parties. The freshmen girls in Doney Hall showed just as much skin. At least sushi, champagne, and formal dress were classier than the wet t-shirt contests held in the quad or strip twister during Rush.

Besides, my head still spun from Anthony’s kiss. He’d taken a chance on me. I wouldn’t punk out on the first date.

“This is a rather exclusive dining experience.” Anthony let me edge closer to him and away from Simone’s wicked smirk. “Not many restaurants cater to this particular request, but the chef has obliged us with a private event for a few years now.”

I swallowed. “You do this a lot?”

“Yes.”

“Eat off of women?”

Simone’s nails trailed over my arm. “Just think of her as a fancy plate.”

She greeted an older man who also shook Anthony’s hand. The man had at least thirty years on me, but he remained relatively good-looking despite balding. Still, his confidence rivaled Anthony’s. Apparently, it was a very distinct personality trait encompassing a commanding, forceful stance, raised chin, and composed speech.

The man studied me, a penetrating stare from head to toe. I’d been checked out by construction workers with more tact.

“Anthony,” he said. “I’m glad you and your…friend could make it.”

“Thomas, I’d like you to meet Morgan.” Anthony introduced us properly, like a gentleman. “Morgan, this is Thomas. He’s our host for the evening.”

Okay. These parties had hosts. That made sense. It also made the naked girl his idea.

Apparently, he wasn’t a murder-mystery-dinner type.

“Nice to meet you.” I took the leap. “Sir.”

Anthony’s lips twitched. As much of a smile as I’d get. Still, I seized the desperately needed boost.

“She’s a pretty thing.” Thomas admired me a little closer. “New? I’d remember someone so…exotic from the club.”

I knew the code. Exotic meant black. That was why I got a couple extra stares from those at the table. Like my inexperience didn’t isolate me enough.

“She’s a stray.” Simone drifted too close. “Wandered in out of the cold. Anthony was kind enough to attempt a rescue.”

Okay. I’d missed something. Anthony, Thomas, and Simone all laughed at their little inside joke. But the new nickname made sense. Pet. Stray must have meant I was new. And the rescue? Anthony was showing me the ropes.

I resisted the urge to hide behind him. Simone’s words stung worse than admitting I was curious about their scene. Compared to a lost puppy? It was degrading. Apt, but humiliating.

And yet, I didn’t argue. Not with Simone. She’d probably hit me with a rolled-up newspaper for that breech of etiquette.

Anthony tugged my hand, leading me closer to girl on the table. She was completely naked. Not even a pair of panties to cover parts of her I’d never expected to see.

“This is Shannon. Thomas’s slave.” Anthony spoke the word slowly, emphasizing the meaning. I understood enough, and my imagination worked overtime plotting out what I didn’t.

Shannon belonged to Thomas. She acted as a sexual slave for him, willing to lie on a table and be admired and ignored by strangers.

I wasn’t sure where to look. Most of her was indecent. I settled on her face. Her glance to Anthony was a composed acknowledgement. She didn’t meet his gaze, but she offered him as much respect as she could without tumbling from the table and bowing on the floor.

Was that what Anthony expected? Did he want his women so submissive they’d wrap themselves over his feet? He probably liked women kneeling. It was an easy way to serve a man.

I’d need knee pads and a drink, and I didn’t know which to order first.

“Say hello, pet,” he instructed.

“Hello, Shannon.”

Anthony’s grip tightened. Shoot. I’d made a mistake.

“Ma’am.” I added quickly. “Shannon, ma’am.”

Every respect she reserved for him fizzled away when her eyes met mine. Without thinking, I averted my gaze first. That was probably a mistake. Her eyebrow twitched, and she made a face. Crinkled her nose.

Seriously? She was naked, covered in fish, and bound to a table until her master finished his dinner. Did she really dismiss me like I was a half-chewed piece of bubble gum ruining her favorite heels?

“Ma’am?” Simone floated back to my side. I braced for impact. “Now that’s interesting.”

“Easy, love,” Anthony warned.

Love? The word stuck thorns in my mind.

“Is this how we’re playing with her?” She grinned. “A total bottom?”

“Be gentle.”

Simone pouted. “That’s no fun.”

“Then at least be nice.”

“That’s even worse.”

Her hand brushed along my shoulder, alternating between gentle fingertips and the press of her nails. Of all nights to wear a sleeveless dress.

I wished she hadn’t made me so dizzy. Simone smiled, beautiful and hard and gentle and disapproving. This woman radiated six different emotions in every breath.

Her fingers trailed to my elbow. I watched them draw down, catching a glimpse of her skin through the V in her kimono. Despite the grand slit, her breasts remained hidden, though her swells rivaled Shannon’s show.

I regretted my dress with its simple angles and high neckline. What once seemed sensible now felt like a waste. But I’d need a bucket and a half of Simone’s confidence to pull off her dress.

Wrong choice of words.

To wear a dress like hers.

I was not imagining taking that kimono off.

Or, at least, I didn’t mean to…

I wished her fingers hadn’t caressed my arm like I was her date. I did not mean to shiver.

I jerked away, bumping into Anthony. He noticed. The embarrassment burned, and Simone’s laugh was cruel. She knew exactly what she’d done to me.

And so did Anthony.

“Must you?” He sighed. “She’s new at this.”

“Fresh meat.”

“Not for you to bite.”

Her eyebrow arched, proud. “How about a lick?”

“Behave.”

She pouted a quick frown. Even the scowl looked beautiful. No. Elegant. Her dress, by every definition, was inappropriate, but she wore it with enough poise to make others feel guilty for imagining what hid under the slits. And the colors complimented Anthony’s accents perfectly.

Strange. She tugged on the heartstrings—and drawstrings—of every man in the room, but she’d coordinated her dress with Anthony.

What was that supposed to mean?

“Come now.” Thomas clapped his hands. “Everyone, sit. Sit. I’m starving, and my darling here looks good enough to eat.”

The room chuckled. Oh, this community loved their puns.

Anthony guided me to one of the fancy leather chairs positioned around Shannon. I sat, and he was quick to push in my seat.

He gave me a smile. “I might be a fiend, but I’m also a gentleman.”

Simone claimed the seat beside me with an exaggerated sigh. “Isn’t he dreamy?”

She meant to embarrass me. It worked, but I wasn’t about to surrender. I accepted her offered champagne and nodded. “Yes, he is, ma’am. Very dreamy.”

“I like this one, Anthony.” Her words sharpened, a viper’s tease. “Can we keep her?”

He played right into her hand. “We’ll see. You might scare her off.”

“I’d love to try.”

Thomas called to Anthony from a liquor cart. “Gin and tonic?”

“Of course,” he said.

“You know that doesn’t go with sushi.”

Simone rolled her eyes. “By now his taste buds are so deadened he couldn’t tell a difference.”

Anthony’s hand grazed my thigh. “I know what I like.”

He squeezed. My throat closed too late to prevent a faint whimper from escaping.

Simone must have heard. She gave a light, conquering laugh.

Thomas prepared the drink and handed it off. He winked at me. “Comfortable, my dear?”

I couldn’t tell if it was the champagne, the undercurrent of sex, or my proximity to Anthony that rattled me. My voice didn’t make it above a whisper.

“Yes, sir.”

Anthony rubbed my knee. I’d have giggled like a school girl if I wasn’t panting like a bitch in heat.

Could this evening get any more confusing?

Sirs and good girls and the talk of submission blinded me. But Anthony was pleased. I’d answered Thomas correctly. He liked that, and the touch was a reward. A way to let me know I was doing well.

I did it right.

Suddenly, his approval was all I needed.

“...The Rivets need a better running game. Can’t depend solely on Carson’s arm now that Owens is retired.”

And Anthony was talking football with the table. What little sports I’d ever learned came from following the high school football team with our marching band. Not exactly a sexy image while a naked woman lay before me.

I stared at my plate. If I traced the patterns in the china, I could ignore the gentle swell of her shapely hip. But the others didn’t mind. A woman was naked, her pride hidden under small palm leaves protecting our dinner. But, to them…

It was like she wasn’t there.

Like she wasn’t trembling and cold and balancing an orange piece of fish over an erect nipple.

How could Anthony discuss football trades and season averages and not comment on Shannon’s diligent presentation? Wasn’t she worth their attention? She offered everything she could and every part of her body, and they couldn’t spare a moment to acknowledge her effort.

This type of submission meant something else entirely.

It wasn’t a cute sir and waiting to be kissed.

Anthony was right. Things got serious. Fast.

Shannon didn’t just submit to sex. She submitted her body to things that had no right to be sexual. She belonged to Thomas, and if he wanted to show her off dressed in an evening gown or naked serving snack cakes, that was his decision.

Simone sipped from her champagne. She pointed, the tips of her nails a meticulously painted swirl of colors and Japanese characters. She’d gone all out for this event. I glanced across the table where she gestured. The blonde man was grinning with one dimple. An unfortunate scar marred half of his face, but his smile distracted from the old injury. He was cute. Simone must have thought so too.

“That’s Reed Bennett.” She purred over his name.

I recognized him but it took a moment before I remembered the newspaper articles. “He’s the billionaire?”

“Cute as a button, though we still have him on training wheels. He’s learning the ropes.”

“He doesn’t look like a sub.”

“Unfortunate, right? The things I’d do to him…” She smirked. “No. He’s a dom. That’s his submissive, Genevieve, sitting to his right. Genn and Reed are usually quite entertaining.”

They also looked like they were in love. Genn blinked at Reed through thick, brunette lashes, smiling as he did. She’d earned his wink.

Lucky girl.

Simone continued our private introductions. “Next to them are Robert and Beth.”

And older couple. Not quite boomers, but definitely older than I’d imagined people enjoying this lifestyle.

“And Mariah and Nate.” Simone caught Mariah’s gaze. They shared a naughty smile, but Simone’s piercing stare ended the game. Mariah bowed her head, blonde curls falling over her face. Nate, a man of Anthony’s age, though fairer and leaner, scolded his sub and gave her a pinch.

Right on her nipple.

A thrill of shock pierced through me.

“Sorry, Daddy…” Mariah whispered.

Daddy?

A waitress entered the room and busied herself by setting a bowl of cloudy soup before us. She moved slowly, her eyes darting to Shannon after she’d served each person.

At least I wasn’t the only one unaccustomed to this type of dinner.

“I’m so bad with names.” I apologized to Simone. Her eyebrow rose. “Ma’am.”

“They’re all sir to you. Call any of them by their first name, and Anthony will be demonstrating our preferred punishments before you can ask what’s a flogger.”

Anthony gave me a wink. Not exactly appropriate dinner conversation. I sucked in a breath.

“You...do this sort of thing often, ma’am?” I asked.

Simone flicked her wrist, gesturing toward Anthony. “As often as His Highness graces us with his presence. It’s so hard to pin him down anymore.”

I giggled. “I didn’t think he was the type to get pinned.”

“And what would you know about that?” Simone’s smile nearly shattered my champagne flute.

“Not a lot, ma’am.” No one could say I wasn’t honest. “Just hoping to learn.”

“Anthony has a lot to teach you.”

I studied her dress, the coloration so perfectly matching Anthony’s tie. “Are you two…you aren’t…”

“We’re not together anymore.” Her eyes casually appraised me, studying my curves, my hair, my slinking posture under her gaze. “But I’m protective of him, and I won’t have a naïve kid ruin his reputation because she got scared. For your sake, think hard about what you actually want from him. Anthony isn’t the one you need to worry about.” She sipped her drink. “It’s me.”

Duly noted.

Simone was not a person to cross—it didn’t take a branded sub to realize that.

I sw allowed, staring into my soup. Drowning in the miso seemed more likely than eating it.

Anthony leaned over, his voice low, comforting, and every bit the baritone I needed to hear.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

A few of the others at the table looked my way. Beth fiddled with the collar on her neck. The raven-haired Genn shared a hidden giggle with Shannon. They might as well have shouted Greek letters and donned jersey shirts with nicknames. I could handle sorority girls. And though the men acted much more accommodating than their slaves, the only dominant I needed to please was Anthony.

“Yes, sir,” I said, spoon in hand. “Just relieved the soup wasn’t served on Shannon.”

“Or in her,” Simone said. Anthony frowned, she batted his shoulder. “Lighten up.”

“Friends, help yourselves.” Thomas didn’t use a triangle to call the farm to dinner. He slapped Shannon’s cheek. She shuddered, and the sushi jiggled. “The chefs warned the sushi will get warm, especially as my little slut so enjoys the attention.”

The insult thundered in the room, but only to my ears. Shannon licked her lip and went rigid as Thomas chose the vibrant red fish poised over her breast. He took the sushi and removed the palm leaf from under it. Her creamy skin was revealed, but not enough to be improper. Not yet.

So, that’s how they were going to play it.

The other men took turns choosing their sushi. The women, except for Simone, didn’t move. They waited as their dates—masters—offered a bite of dinner to them.

I busied myself with my soup. Soup was safe. The only person I saw in the bowl was my own reflection.

But, Christ, did she look worried.

Anthony stroked my arm. “What would you like to try, pet?”

More of his touch would have been nice. “I’m not sure, sir. I’ve never had sushi.”

He pinched his chopsticks. “Let’s try...tuna, salmon, and...we won’t tell you what that is.”

Nice try. My eyes went wide. “That...that has suckers on it.”

“It’s octopus.” He offered it, recognized my horrified expression, and passed the piece to Simone. She took it without complaint. “We’ll keep it safe then. Yellowtail.”

The fish created a rainbow on my plate, but that was as far as I got. Formal dinners used the utensils from the outside in. But the only accoutrements these guests carried were handcuffs and whips. At least they had the decency not to keep them at the table.

Life Goal Number Four: Learn to use chopsticks

I whispered to Anthony, biting my lip. “Can I just...grab...?”

Anthony baited me with a smile. “Sure. You can touch her if you want.”

What? I gasped. Not what I was asking, and he knew it.

I didn’t even dare look at Simone.

My voice was a squeal. I cleared most of the panic out. “No. I meant...” Damn. I forgot the sir. I snuck it in before he noticed. “Sir, do I use my fingers?”

“Traditionally, only the rolls are finger food.”

Damn. He gave me the slices of fish with the rice underneath. I eyed the chopsticks. I couldn’t even use the decorative ones in my hair. Anthony demonstrated the proper grip with a twist of his wrist.

“Like this, pet.”

“So many lessons tonight.” Simone watched with amusement, swirling the champagne in her glass. “Must be exciting for our little pet.”

Our?

Exciting?

I’m not sure I’d call the slimy, cold, chunk of meat on my plate exciting. That was tuna? The raw fish looked much different from the canned bits I smothered under two cups of milk and a box of casserole mix. One of the chopsticks tumbled out of my hand and onto the floor.

This was going…poorly.

“Pet.” Anthony spoke the word as an order. He used his chopsticks to grab the piece of tuna from my plate.

And held it out to me.

He was going to feed me?

I looked around the table. Reed—a man only a little older than me—did the same thing for Genn. Except she hadn’t moved. Her hands fixed firmly on her legs, and she welcomed the bite with a sensual smile.

Okay, what was stranger—Thomas’s willingness to display Shannon’s body to anyone who cared to look, or Reed only permitting his submissive to eat what he put in her mouth?

Two very different levels of control. I looked up at Anthony.

I had no idea what he preferred.

I had no idea what I preferred.

I opened my mouth. He whispered his approval.

And the tuna wasn’t bad.

He offered me the other pieces. “This is salmon.”

I chewed. “I think I like that.”

“Good.”

The next piece looked deceptively simple. He winked. “Shrimp for the shrimp.”

“Very funny, sir.”

“Open your mouth.”

“That’s not the first time you’ve ever said that, is it, sir?”

“And how often has someone told you to shut yours?”

“Too often.”

“I can believe it.” He pushed the shrimp towards me. “Try it.”

I did as I was told, giggling under his watchful gaze.

Why was he so concerned if I liked the dinner? He asked after every piece.

Did he care? Was he curious?

After scrunching my nose at the eel’s teriyaki sauce, his chopsticks never ventured back towards the roll. Instead, he offered me the piece of tuna from his own plate.

Chivalry wasn’t dead. It just preferred a little corporal punishment now and then.

I wiggled between bites, eager to try everything and anything Anthony offered, whether it was on the plate or not. He even drew close, tilting my own champagne flute so the fruity bubbles splashed on my lips. I licked it away.

He stared at my tongue.

I did it again.

And Simone brushed my arm with her chilled glass.

I nearly leapt from the table. She laughed, a callous, knowing discovery.

“And here I thought raw oysters were the aphrodisiac,” she teased.

Anthony came to my rescue. I think. “Morgan’s very expressive.”

“I can tell.” She leaned close, her whisper cruel and comforting, a sensual malice. “Everyone can tell.”

My stomach flipped. Could they really, or did Simone just like to torture me?

The pressure only migrated down, pulsing between my legs. Of course, I’d be aroused by this. I couldn’t help it. I thought submission was something shameful. Something I’d fantasize about for the taboo thrill of it.

I had no idea Anthony would put so much effort into me.

“Still scared, pet?” he whispered.

I shook my head.

His eyebrow cocked. “What was that?”

“Oh.” I swallowed. “The fish aren’t very scary, sir.”

“Am I?”

“Depends…should I be afraid?”

“Entirely up to you, pet.”

I played with fire. “Do you have a dark side, sir?”

“You’ll have to see, little girl.”

My mouth went dry, and no amount of champagne could help. A shiver bred into a tremble that tickled me in every inappropriate place.

“What would a little girl have to do to find out?”

“Misbehave.”

“That’s easy.”

“Better not be, pet.”

“Well, it’s fun.”

He offered me another glass of champagne. “A few nights with me, pet, and you’ll find better rewards in being a good girl.”

Was he offering? “Well, I’ve always been a woefully boring good girl, lucky for you.”

“It’s not lucky for me…it’s lucky for your perfect little behind.”

“You would spank me?”

“Only if you deserve it.”

I should’ve hated to be spoken to like that. Like I was a misbehaving child, chastised by an authority figure who expected a patronizing obedience from me.

But…I liked the gentle caress to my knee. His wicked smile.

The heat building inside me.

I could become a legit good girl.

Especially if it earned me another kiss.

Simone murmured behind me, her voice entirely too close. “Looks like our little pet is enjoying herself.”

Our? Anthony didn’t correct her. He also didn’t stop her.

Her arm coiled around my mid-section. Who needed ropes and handcuffs when Simone’s grip held me tight?

I froze. Anthony watched, waiting for a safe word.

I’d make him proud.

“Do you like the sushi, pet?” Simone savored the nickname. “You should try some wasabi.”

Anthony exhaled. “Christ, love, you really are cruel.”

“Then what would you recommend?”

“She should try the O-Toro.”

Simone purred somewhere between kitten and jaguar. “Oh, yes. She’d love that.”

The hairs on my neck prickled. Something was up. Anthony nodded towards Shannon.

“Go ahead, pet. I don’t think anyone will mind if you use your fingers.”

The men chuckled.

Yep. I was in trouble.

Shannon was sufficiently picked over, and most of the fish had gone. Thomas had diligently peeled each piece of palm leaf away to expose her body—breasts, navel, legs. Only a few pieces of sushi remained near her shoulders and on her belly.

And one piece nestled between her legs.

He was kidding. He had to be.

“The white one,” Anthony said. “It’s one of the best pieces. Melts in your mouth.”

The only white piece was the one balanced on the soft mound between her legs.

He wanted me to touch her. Another woman.

Simone’s hand met Anthony’s, stroking my back.

His encouragement was a deal with an incredibly handsome devil. “Go on. I promise you’ll like it.”

Everyone was watching.

And waiting.

And loving how I squirmed.

How was I going to pick up the piece of sushi without freaking out first?

In that moment, I became as vulnerable as Shannon, but I wasn’t the one naked and prone. I wasn’t the one at the whim of those who’d reach for my delicate areas and remove every last palm leaf that shielded a body from their prying eyes.

It didn’t matter.

Anthony guided me forward. I had to stand to lean over the table that far, and, even then, I needed my tippy-toes.

Shannon waited, her body still.

I stretched out. Slowly. Using only a finger and thumb to pluck the sushi from her pale, perfectly shaven slit.

But Simone nudged my knee.

I flinched forward. My fingers grazed something soft, and Shannon gave a sultry coo.

“Oh, God.” I dove back into my seat.

The room chuckled. So did Anthony. He pushed the O-toro to my quivering lips.

“Try it…” His voice lowered, amused and dangerous. “Be a good girl.”

Food was the last thing on my mind, but I did as I was told.

The fish melted in my mouth.

And it was the best piece.

I wished I hadn’t shuddered as Anthony watched me, somehow reading every thought blistering my mind. His hand brushed my knee. I squirmed as his fingers trailed higher, simply admiring the darkness of my thighs.

I wanted more than that.

The men divvied up the remaining slices of sushi, and I finished my champagne in a quick gulp. And, like nothing had happened, the conversation shifted back to football, cars, and politics.

Though Simone didn’t ignore the naked woman.

Taking a chopstick in hand, she tickled the edge along Shannon’s leg, calf to hip. Shannon stayed still, but her lips parted, and her breath caught deep in her chest. Apparently, the sigh was too subtle for Simone. She broke the chopstick in two, took the sharpest edge, and dragged it along Shannon’s thigh. Not hard enough to scratch, but Shannon flinched with every inch it tormented.

When she whimpered, Simone dug in harder.

“Well.” Thomas said nothing about Simone molesting his date. “Anyone interested in coffee?”

The men murmured an agreement. Genn and Beth were dismissed from the table. They returned after a moment with a bowl of soapy water and two soft rags.

Shannon held her breath, and the women gently rubbed the soapy rag along every inch of her body.

Okay. I swallowed hard. Now we had a show.

And nothing I could watch.

At least, I didn’t think I could.

I looked away, examining nothing in particular on my dress. Once Shannon considered herself clean, Thomas leaned forward, his hand squeezing her breast.

“On your knees.”

My eyes widened. Anthony took my hand.

“Thank you for the dinner, Thomas,” he said. “But I think we’ll skip the coffee this time.”

The room groaned. Shannon rose to her hands and knees before him.

“You sure, Anthony?” Thomas asked. “I’m sure little Morgan here could use a demonstration.”

He lowered a tray onto Shannon’s back.

Now she was a table? Didn’t these people believe in conventional furniture?

But Shannon awaited their next orders with an unmistakable pride. Though every single part of her was clearly visible to the room, from the curve of her thighs to the swell of her dangling breasts, she looked only to Thomas. Waited for his command.

Anthony’s hand curled over mine.

Was I so different?

“Dinner was enough, thank you.” He squeezed my fingers. “Right, pet?”

“Yes. Thank you, sir.”

My voice was too meek. Shannon rolled her eyes.

Anthony pulled me from my seat as Thomas warned Shannon not to move. The coffee was hot, and he didn’t want any to spill on her back. Simone jabbed her foot with the chopstick. Shannon yelped.

I held my breath. My entire body tingled, like it had been asleep for far too long and finally awoke to an amazing burst of sensation. The numbness passed over the rest of my body.

Except for where Anthony touched.

My hand pulsed in his palm. That heat spread until I forced each breath in and out of my lungs.I couldn’t possibly think this was exciting.

Not the disgraceful way they used Shannon.

Not how everyone watched as she lay naked and helpless before them.

Not how she was touched and admired and ignored and wanted.

I didn’t understand how anyone found it arousing.

Except that I did.

And so did Anthony.