Getting more nervous, I watched as other players grew close to their goal. While I was studying Trey and his playing style, Keaton suddenly called fifty. I almost jumped, but wasn't surprised when he turned to me. I gladly opened my bag to him and let him rummage, watching him give me a smug grin. Not even looking he held out the cube to me, his grin getting even wider.

Looking down, I saw a small symbol on it of what appeared to be a pussy. I raised my eyebrows as he placed it on the table.

Before I could process that Keaton had won me and seemed to know that's what he'd do, he had taken my hand and led me away from the game table.

I gave him a shy smile as he moved us both towards a slightly more enclosed seating area. As I thought about what was about to follow, I felt an eager tight heat forming in the depths of my body, spreading out as he ran a hand down my back.

"You've been delightful today, Auralia. Daniel knew what he was doing when he chose you," Keaton whispered as he pulled me in close, lifting me across his lap and looking deep into my eyes. For a moment it felt like he saw into my soul. I tried to smile, but I still wasn't sure I was glad I'd been resurrected. Not the way others were. Yes, I'd gotten the chance at another life, but I was still as shackled, just in different ways.

As his hands ran down my sides and back up I was reminded, my body was just as much not mine, but then, I'd chosen Keaton, something my mentor had reminded me of, more than once. And that was definitely a thought I held on to. I'd chosen him and his body, as much as he'd chosen mine.

It also helped to know I wanted him. I'd been expecting sex all morning and I'd still not had the satisfaction. Knowing I was about to helped grow the heat inside, Keatons' hands going to my breasts and fanning it further, as he rubbed his thumbs across my nipples, encouraging them to harden. I let out a small moan, surprising even myself.

"Lie back," he said, lifting me up so I could sit on the edge of the table. I didn't hesitate, knowing he was the kind of man who wouldn't like me to disobey. He pushed my legs apart, slowly, deliberately, the kind of man who didn't need to be rough to assert his dominance.

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out, his eyes roving over me as I lay before him, vulnerable and exposed. Despite being out in the open, the moment seemed strangely intimate, our focus on each other.

He ran his hands over the swirling flames across my torso, exploring me in a new way, and making me hot enough I could feel wetness building between my thighs. My thoughts drifted to how he'd felt within me the last time and as they did my eyes naturally drifted to the bulge in his pants.

I heard him chuckle a moment later, clearly noticing where my thoughts had gone. Still smirking his eyes settle on my opening.

"You're definitely well on the way to being ready, courtesan, but you're not ready enough for the kind of fucking I want to give you. Not yet."

I raised my eyebrows, but I still didn't dare speak, one hand of his running gentle fingers down my torso while the other ran fingers softly up the inside of my thigh, both heading towards my sex until I wanted to squueze my legs together and trap them there.

Moving involuntarily, I alerted him to my desire. He chuckled again.

"When I'm ready, courtesan. And not before." He looked straight at me. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, master," I replied, barely missing a beat.

With a grin spreading across his face he continued moving his hands.

"Keep still now," he said, the only warning I had before he plunged three fingers into me with one hand while his thumb pushed down across my clit, stimulating it directly. I let out a noise half way between a gasp and a moan and fought to do as he instructed, overwhelmed by the sudden feeling of fullness. It wasn't quite the screwing I'd hoped for, but I knew Keaton was only beginning.

Moving one hand in and out, he continued to hold his thumb directly over my clit, pushing just enough it almost hurt but keeping it perfectly still. The stimulation made me wetter and hotter until I couldn't stop my body shaking gently, otherwise still before him.

"Better," he said, lifting his thumb and relieving the pressure right before I was going to orgasm. I whimpered, making him smirk, his fingers still as he unzipped himself.

Although I was wanting him to continue and tip me over the edge, I was also eager to have him properly inside me, and he knew it. Taking his time, he drew out the process of revealing himself until I could barely think straight, my desperation probably only too obvious.

Torturing me further, he took his time to withdraw his fingers, taking away all contact between us for long enough I whimpered again, feeling cold and hungry.

Bending over me, he finally let his manhood come close enough I could feel it pressing agaisnt my entrance. Closing my eyes for a moment, I tried to resist the urge to jerk my hips upwards and push him into me.

Almost as if he was rewarding that control, he finally entered me, pushing in so deeply I thought he'd split me in two. He let out a moan of his own, before pulling back and sliding in again. By the fourth thrust he'd brought me to my peak and I moaned his name, unable to keep still as pleasure tore through me.

Keaton stilled momentarily, giving me time to recover before he eased in and out again, his body slowly taking his pleasure, while his hands stroked over my body, caressing every inch of me and heating me up once more. At no point during the unveiling had Keaton been so sensual, but he seemed to want to touch and possess every inch of me now.

The change only added to the intensity, until I was climbing to a second peak and marvelling at how well he was holding himself back from his own orgasm. His lips crushed down on mine as his control slipped away. With deep thrust after deep thrust that claimed every inch of me inside and out, Keaton brought himself to his own climax.

With a guttural moan, he pushed into me one last time, his whole body shaking as he poured his cum deep in me. The force and movement against me as he pulsed in orgasm was just enough to send me crashing through another wave of bliss, once again making me shake.

"Perfection. Fucking you is such sweet perfection," he said as he finally pulled out. "But it's time to get back to our little game. Clean yourself up, Courtesan, and then we'll see if anyone else gets to try you out before we're done for the day."

I tried to smile like it was no problem being passed among his friends, but he was already walking away, seemingly eager to take up his seat again and carry on playing.

Both of the other courtesans were there at the table again as well, and already someone was dipping into one of their bags to see if they were lucky enough to gain some kind of sexual favour as a prize.

Not sure I wanted to go back just yet, I took my time doing as Keaton said, neatening my panties and making sure the paintline matched up as before. Finally, I used a few tissues to wipe up the mess around the inside of my thighs and looked for a bin.

It took me a moment to realise that there was one on the side of the long chair seat, almost built in. Clearly someone had thought of this sort of scenario because right beside it was a tissue dispenser and a sanitizer gel.

Just like everywhere else I'd been where courtesans mingled with companions, the sex was planned for and provided for. It was almost laughable if it wasn't so strange. A part of me suddenly wanted to know how the world had got like this. What journey had the human race been on since I'd been frozen that made it think this was better than what we had before? Or acceptable even?

Knowing I might never have those questions entirely answered, I took a deep breath, plastered a smile to my face and strode back to the gaming table. As soon as I was close, one of the other courtesans lifted my bag up and handed it to me, giving me a brief polite smile.

"Thank you," I said, determined to always be polite regardless of how others acted. I didn't want to go back to catty tactics after Bernice and I had been at odds during my unveiling season. It hadn't gone well, although I'd recovered. I'd already promised myself that I'd never treat another courtesan like that, no matter how threatened I felt by them.

Standing beside the other two courtesans, I tried to look inconspicuous and not get in either of their space. If the men wanted me instead of them, they'd know where it find me, and my earnings were assured. Keaton was happy with me and I had a feeling that was all that mattered. The rest would suck up to him regardless.

But it was quite clear, the men had a lot more interest in me. Both of the next two to reach their count came to my bag to fish out a cube. I knew neither of them and was relieved to find both returning with blank cubes that denied them anything from me, but I knew it diminished what I was holding. Every time a single cube was taken out it increased the odds of the others being found.

Before anyone else could declare themselves a winner, the doors opened and a new man strolled in. He was dressed in a dark suit, dark glasses over his eyes and a swagger to his walk, his face almost deserved. I tried not to stare, but found my gaze involuntarily flicked his way more than once.

"Dante!" Keaton exclaimed, putting down his cards to go over and greet the guy. "I thought you'd got lost."

"No, I just don't like mornings," he said, his accent with a slight European tang to it. He ran a hand through his black hair, sweeping it back in a manner that spoke confidence. And then he took his glasses off. Intense blue eyes looked around the room as Keaton introduced him to all the other men. Few did more than look up, some offering to shake his hand but many just acknowledging him.

"You'll have to forgive this lot. When we're playing for some fun with the courtesans they're all a lot more focused than normal."

"I remember you mentioning this game. It's an interesting idea. I didn't realise you had three courtesans to play with, however. That must make the game more fun," Dante said, his eyes sweeping over all three of us so quickly, far lower than our eyes could hope to meet.

"Normally we only have two, but Auralia, here is recently unveiled. It's her first time playing as well," Keaton said, offering Dante the chair closest to me.

As he sat Dante looked at me again, clearly looking at my sex before lifting upwards towards my breasts. Finally he looked up to my face. I tried to smile, but the result was half-hearted at best. He might be attractive, but it was clear he saw me in only one way.

Keaton explained the game to him, going to great lengths to help him work out what to do quickly, while the rest of the table played on. The next man who got up finally chose one of the other courtesans, giving me a moment to calm myself again.

They were successful, and led their chosen woman away from the table. Immediately the courtesan beside me shuffled over so we could both stand at the head of the table. Within another minute Trey was declaring himself at his goal and getting up.

As he came over to me, his eyes glued to me, I held my bag out. It was clear he wanted me, and I could remember how his hands and mouth had felt on my body the first time we'd met.

"Good luck," I said, giving him an almost conspiratorial smile as he put his hand in.

"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. I make my own luck." He grinned as if he knew exactly what he was doing. As he pulled his hand out, there was a familiar cube in his hand. He'd just picked the same cube as Keaton. I tried to smile even more warmly, knowing I could give no other reaction.

"Now, let's see if you're as delightful to fuck as Keaton says you are."

He took my hand and pulled me away, choosing somewhere a little more out in the open than Keaton had, a chaise lounge to one side of the room. As we got closer he urged me down onto it, pushing me back as he got on top. There was no more warning before his hands touched, cupping my breasts as he kissed me.

Rolling my nipples under his thumbs, he rubbed his crotch against mine, his hardness evident. I tried to think back to that first night and how hot he'd made me with his expert tongue and fingers. Almost instantly heat flushed between my legs and made me wetter. Aware it wasn't enough, I pushed my breasts into his hands, trying to encourage him to play with me further.

"My my, we're eager," he whispered, pulling back from the kiss. "Here, let me oblige you."

Without hesitating he lowered himself and took a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth. I gasped, the sensation sudden and bordering on unpleasant. He laughed briefly before he did the same to the other.

Focusing on the sensations and pushing other thoughts of whether I wanted this or not aside, I grew warmer, his tongue and teeth stimulating me.

Before long I heard his zipper, and then I soon felt him, his manhood pressing against my opening.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this. Keaton is one lucky bastard to have been first. But at least I'll have you second today," he said.

I was instantly worried he'd push inside me before I was ready, but he held there, his mouth going back to my skin and his thumb and fingers returning to my nipples.

With the gentle pressure from his manhood, reminding me I had a screwing coming, and his licks, sucks and touches fanning desire into flame, I soon grew wet enough he slid almost effortlessly into me.

I lifted my knees and angled my hips so he could get even deeper, hearing him moan as I did. He paused, his face just above mine, our foreheads touching.

"Tell me, sweetheart," he said, barely above a whisper. "Do you want to be screwed now, truly?"

I hesitated, surprised by the honesty his question seemed to ask for. A moment later I nodded, not knowing if it was true or not, but knowing I couldn't afford to say anything else.

Even if it was a lie, it seemed to satisfy him. Pressing his lips against mine, he began to thrust, taking his pleasure in slow drawbacks and hard deep drives back into me.

I kept my knees up, doing my best to enjoy what was happening and mostly succeeding. Before I could even consider faking an orgasm, Trey hit his peak, pushing deep one final time and filling me with his seed as Keaton had done twice already that afternoon.

Seeming to realise I hadn't yet been given the reciprocal pleasure, he soon pulled out, but instead of getting up and walking away, he moved down my body and ran his tongue in circles around my most sensitive spot.

I moaned, taken by surprise at the sudden sensation., and tipped over the edge less than a minute later, my body shuddering in his arms as I came back down to earth.

He wore a self satisfied grin as he quickly produced a tissue and with a couple of quick wipes cleaned me up.

"I hope you'll be back again tomorrow," Trey said as he helped me up. "You're even better than I'd hoped."

I blushed, but didn't answer. It was enough to think about today alone, tomorrow would have to wait.

A moment later he seemed to snap his fingers and magic up a credit token, holding it out between two fingers before very gently reaching down and placing it on the end of the chaise lounge. I smiled shyly, and quietly thanked him, but he was already looking past me.

Before either of us could return to the table, I noticed the game had been stopped, the bags and cards packed away and Keaton and others were talking. Some of the men were leaving, but most lingered.

Trey smiled at me, kissed my hand and walked off as well to get his jacket and go. The mysterious man from earlier was nowhere to be seen, but Keaton soon noticed I was free again and beckoned me over. Holding my head high and hoping he wasn't about to display jealousy, I walked over to him.

"Thank you, courtesan. You exceeded my expectation of you and with a day's less rest as well. I must insist you return tomorrow as we originally planned," he said, taking my hands in his for a moment.

"Of course," I replied. "I'd love to return tomorrow, and any other day you'll have me."

"Good. I have a very particular event I'd like you to be at. I'm launching a business." Keaton ran a thumb down my cheek, studying me as he spoke. "I want you at the party, submitting to me and giving the men there something to truly enjoy."

I gulped, not sure how to answer. It was the first time someone had asked me to fuck others for their gain so directly. And it stung after he'd defended me earlier.

"I know it's asking a lot of you. And if I didn't need it, I wouldn't be, but the men want you. Everyone is talking about you and how good you must be. I won't deny that I want others to be envious I had you first. And they won't truly be envious if they haven't had the pleasure themselves."

"I promised I'd learn to submit to you. If this is truly what you want, then so be it. I'll do what I can."

Giving me a small smile, Keaton leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. The sweetness of the gesture took me by surprise.

"You're too good for this world, Auralia. We don't deserve you," he whispered as he pressed another token into my hand. And then the cocky look was back on his face and he was taking me over to the rest of the men.

"Time to say goodbye, gentleman, our lovely new courtesan has to return to her guard and be on her way."

The men were enthusiastic in their request for more of my presence another day and their sorrow I was leaving, but it was polite enough I could smile, promise to return and finally leave.

Overwhelmed and needing the space, I said goodbye and walked towards the door. Edward came to my side as I walked out, his expression blank, not giving any opinion about what he'd just seen. And for that I was also grateful.