And strong. And his fingertips on her back. But owned? Like a cow or pig? Trained like a dog or a hawk? Used like an ox or mule? Not her! Boys ran fro... her and men refused to look her in the eye. She had once stared down Father John, by God!Caitlin brought the knife to his throat. Use me? Own me? The knife was very sharp. It would part the skin easily and spill his blood into the pool. Everyone would assume robbers had happened upon a traveling knight who had stopped to rest. All she would have. "Hi Paul," I said, catching my breath. "You sound winded girl, bet you were playing with yourself weren't you?" he chuckling. "Well as a matter of fact..." but before I could finish, he cut me off. "Meagan, I know you want to take it in the ass. And if that is what you want, I will give it to you. However, let me be the one to pop that tight little anal cherry, don't take your virginity yourself. Let me be the one to take it from you. I want to see your expressions, hear you cry. Talking to the little shit, you’d think he was royalty, but Pen said he was an out of work second rate Shakespearean actor. Pen said his real name was Ray Jarvis, but he insisted on calling himself Mister Jarveaux (pronounced zhar-voh). Even Belle was impressed by how snotty he acted. Me? I liked the guy, and called him Jeeves. I was the only one who could get away with something like that. Belle said it was because Mister Jarveaux was gay, and had a crush on me. Go figure.Once again, I took a. Claire had never done anything like this in her life before. She had been made love to before. Men had carried her up to bed in the past; laid her down and stripped her. They had been boyfriends though, as well as her husband. The men taking her to bed now were, more or less, strangers and they weren’t going to make love to her. They were going to fuck her. They were going to use her for their sexual pleasure. Claire began to panic. This was a whole new experience for her. Jerome carried her.