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you, too.” He cupped my cheek and kissed me. I nipped at his lower lip and he chuckled. “Naughty girl,” he whispered. “I have a feeling I’d get in trouble if I tried anything with you.” But his hand slid up my thigh, anyway, making my whole body tingle.
    The kiss deepened, his tongue darting into my mouth and teasing me. His hand slid higher to my hip and I parted my legs slightly as his fingers brushed my curls and then teased my slit, making me gasp and wiggle on his lap.
    “Jason,” I moaned softly.
    Someone cleared their throat and we both looked up to see Mark frowning above us. “Don’t.” He took my hand and pulled me back into my seat, fastening my seatbelt and then returning to his seat. “You are now property of Nathan Pierce,” he said to me in a firm tone. “No one touches you without his permission.”
    Tears burned my eyes and I clasped my hands together in my lap, staring at them. And it begins.

About a half hour later, I began to see flickering lights ahead. The lights gradually grew brighter and a dull, orange rectangle came into view. Inside the rectangle were several clusters of lights, the biggest cluster being at the far corner in the form of a giant yellow ‘U’ with three separate rows of lights. The main house maybe? As we got closer, long buildings appeared, dimly lit, around the perimeter of the rectangle. I thought I even saw the blue glow of a lit swimming pool before we landed on the helipad.
    “C’mon. Let’s go.” Mark stood and unbuckled my seatbelt. His eyes had hardened and he was all business as he yanked me out of my seat.
    I tried to look at Jason before Mark led me off, but Mark blocked my view and pushed me ahead of him. I stopped at the edge of the helicopter. “What about my shoes?”
    “You don’t need them. The grounds are kept very clear, except for places you shouldn’t go.”
    I looked down at his feet. “You’re wearing shoes.”
    “I’m not a woman.”
    “Oh.”
    He pushed me gently and I stepped out onto the cool cement of the helipad. The air was much cooler here and I rubbed my arms to get rid of the goose bumps. I looked around but couldn’t see much. The grounds were obscured by the glare of the landing lights, and I couldn’t see anything beyond the fact that there were buildings. Mark took me by my arm and led me off the helipad and into the cool grass in the direction of the large building in the corner of estate—what I guessed would be called a hacienda.
    My legs felt wobbly as I walked beside Mark past the pool I had seen from the air. Lights in the turquoise water illuminated the surrounding greenery. The three-story building seemed to grow and grow and grow in front of me, and several minutes later, we walked up stone stairs and onto a huge, stone courtyard with a tall, cheerful fountain in the center. The stone beneath my feet felt cool and smooth, but they weren’t totally even.
    The courtyard was bordered on two and a half sides by the house; a narrow passageway separated the house from another building which took up the rest of the third side. The fourth side of the courtyard—the direction from which we approached—was open to the rest of the estate.
    The second and third stories of the house had well-lit wraparound balconies facing the courtyard, several with glass doors open to the rooms beyond. These balconies made a cover for a patio running the length of the entire first floor.
    One large, glass double door, set into a huge stone archway in the center of one side, gave access to the first floor. Sconces lined the inside patio, bathing the empty outdoor seating area in soft, golden light.
    I could hear men talking and laughing from various parts of the house, the sounds echoing off the stone in the cool night air. Women’s voices intermixed occasionally and I thought I could even hear people having sex, but I wasn’t positive.
    The glass doors were open and Mark walked inside, still holding my arm. Just as they