<span style="font-family:Acme">Some of Victor’s actions surprised her more than others. The way his hands fell to her skin in a manner that actually felt quite gentle was a surprise, but the way he seemed to intend to take her from behind did not. It was a dominant position for him and obviously right now, in front of his men, he would no doubt want that. They needed to know that he was the one in control and he needed to show his control by using her as a demonstration. That was usually how it worked and she wasn’t one to question it. <br/>
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When he stopped his attentions on her to address Aaron, though, Brandy had to turn her head to look at Victor once again. “Surely this isn’t necessary. Your men have confirmed that I have no weapons. I <i>want</i> you, Victor,” she insisted to him. “I want a man with power and you’re clearly the only one here who has a molecule of that. I want to <i>belong</i> to someone who can make this living hell a little bit better. You’re the only one who can do that. This silly boy,” she said, referring to Aaron, “on the other hand, has absolutely nothing. Why would someone like you care at all about the likes of him? Isn’t he not worth the time that I could be giving you so much more?” As she spoke, her body remained turned and her ass slowly started grinding against him, her body firm against his front. Although it wasn’t clear from her words, Brandy really didn’t like seeing another person threatened to ensure things she already had no intentions of fighting. <br/>
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Briefly, her eyes met with Aaron’s. For both of their sakes, she couldn’t watch his eyes for too long lest Victor notice it, but she looked for long enough to pass a comment with her eyes. <i>‘Let me take care of myself tonight… please.’</i> She really did know what she was doing. <br/>
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A few nights in Victor’s bed being his good little girl would earn her power similar to what he held. A few more nights and she’d be a queen here, powerful enough to make any change that she wanted and powerful enough to convince him to keep his hands off of anyone else, because his hands would be too busy on her. That was how Brandy learned to survive in places like this. She’d hated it at first, but after a while, she learned the pleasure of it and she also learned that usually, after a time, she could fight them when they least expected it. By then, she usually knew how to win, too. <br/>
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“Come on, Victor,” she pleaded again. “Fuck me. You know you want to.” <br/>
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The whole time she was speaking to him, her hips were grinding back against him as well. She could feel his erection between his legs and she could feel how it throbbed with need for her. She could hear the gasps and squeaks from his men, growing harder and harder themselves just from watching how she worked him. It all made her smile.</span>