The clock in the grand salon had just struck midnight when Victor finally summoned her again.

“Time to make yourself useful in a different way, pet.”

Elena’s legs were already shaky from hours of serving with the heavy steel plug shifting inside her ass. Every step had been exquisite torture—the constant fullness, the way it pressed against her walls, the humiliating jeweled sparkle that drew eyes and fingers from passing guests.

Victor led her to the center of the room where a low, padded leather ottoman waited under the warm glow of crystal chandeliers. Several guests had gathered, drinks in hand, clearly anticipating the show.

“On all fours,” Victor ordered,...