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motion with her hips when Ben traced the dagger point up her breast. He paused with the knife tucked behind the right strap. A quick motion with his wrist cut the string in two. The flap of crude fabric flipped down, freeing her breast.
    Ben immediately dipped his head. He sucked the nipple into his mouth. His captive flinched and cried out in surprise.
    Right. Ben liked to bite sometimes, and Amanda felt an envious twinge in her own nipple and between her legs.
    This time, Amanda watched the other captive’s response while Ben turned his attention onto the first client’s left breast. He cut the bikini strap, exposed another nipple, and bit that one, too. The other captive was riveted. Pupils dilated, breath shallow, slight sheen of sweat forming on her skin. Totally into it.
    Assured the fantasy was on track, Amanda felt a distinct warmth take hold inside when Ben slipped the tip of the dagger beneath the bikini string that went around the woman’s ribs. Another quick motion and the bikini top was done away with completely.
    He then traced the dagger tip down the woman’s belly. Amanda caught herself holding her breath, waiting for him to begin cutting away the skirt and exposing more flesh. He hesitated a moment, but continued downward, over the skirt and finally tracing along the woman’s inner thigh.
    Their client blew out an even shakier breath. Amanda could sympathize. Especially when Ben, who was by then hard as a rock, stepped back to roughly remove his loincloth. Amanda and both clients stared outright at his cock as he made his way to the other rack.
    He repeated the entire bikini routine on the frizzy blond before returning to his first captive. Now he slipped the tip of the dagger beneath one side of the wrap-skirt’s waistband and cut it apart first on one side, then the other before yanking the fabric away.
    This time, Amanda felt much more than a twinge as Ben sent his hand between the woman’s legs and began to bang her. He lowered his head to suck a nipple while he did it, and the client let out a sound that raised Amanda’s temp another notch.
    He let them all enjoy the punishment for only half a minute or so. Not nearly long enough before transferring his attention back to the blonde. Again, he repeated his actions, varying nothing as he cut away her skirt and sank his fingers between her legs.
    It was interesting to Amanda, watching the way the clients responded. They were eager for everything, enjoying everything. Enjoying watching the other be pleasured almost as much as being pleasured themselves.
    Amanda wished she wasn’t enjoying it quite so much. She could feel herself growing wet. This was the only thing she didn’t like about supporting-cast roles on sets like this. No relief for the wicked.
    Amanda was so caught up in the show that she didn’t notice Max when he first appeared. He had to shake her elbow to get her attention. He whispered that she was needed in the throne room.
    She wanted to swear, but kept silent out of deference to their clients. Max led her through the greenroom and down into the tunnels, hustling her straight through to the sound-stage building and up the stairs. They emerged a few doors shy of the throne room entrance.
    Thomas stood waiting, and for a moment, Amanda didn’t know what to think. His features were bland. That didn’t change once Max had made himself scarce. And while her body slowly began to burn itself alive at the thought that perhaps Thomas might have a minute to put out some fires, she struggled not to get her hopes up.
    She began to wonder if something bad had happened that afternoon when Thomas took her elbow and led her down the hallway. He paused at the Moroccan room door to swipe his keycard.
    On the verge of asking what he was doing, she was glad she’d held her tongue once he’d hurried her inside. She had only time enough to register a few additions to the room. A canopied, draped bed occupied one corner. The throne, facing away from