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go.”
“Please . . .” She didn’t know what she was begging for, but it wasn’t her safe word, so Shale didn’t stop. Was Troy watching, wishing it was him, his cock getting hard even as he felt that quake in the lower belly, knowing that bearing the pain was part of it?
“Six.”
When she yelped into the carpet, muffling the noise, she thought of her soldier. Standing in front of the camera, feet braced, arms crossed, his steely eyes focused on everything. How she was responding, every bare inch of flesh, every part of her, inside and out, that he intended to claim fully, all the way to her soul. She trembled harder. “Please . . .” she whispered, and now she knew what she was begging for.
“Seven.”
“
God.
” She didn’t know if Shale was hitting harder, or the pain built with each one. Just one more. One more. The most important one, the one that mattered more than the others.
“Call it out, slave.”
“Eight. Please.”
It slashed across her hindquarters, low enough that sting burned through her pussy, like an itch she couldn’t reach back and satisfy. That wasn’t her job, either. She panted, letting the sting turn into throbbing, trying not to wince as Shale ran her hand over the layers of marks, nails scraping across them.
“Nice. An excellent job. Thank you, Troy. Give me back the switch and bring her back to her feet. Clean her up.”
That had been Troy? She realized then that both of them flanked her. Troy had been so quiet, and with the blindfold, her senses were disoriented. She’d just assumed Shale was doing the punishment.
His hand was under her arm, drawing her back up to her heels and then to her feet. She swayed, sniffled. “Close your eyes,” he said with quiet firmness.
She was wearing a blindfold, so she wasn’t sure why that was necessary, but she obeyed. Then he loosened the blindfold and lifted it. A soft handkerchief absorbed the tears that had fallen. Troy also carefully wiped around her mouth where the saliva had gathered from her position and stress. There was a reason the instructions had included not wearing makeup, apparently. He replaced the blindfold. “Open your eyes and tell me if you can see anything, even light. Be truthful.”
She opened her eyes. “A little, under the left eye. Like candlelight.”
He tightened it, and she was back in total darkness again, shaking like a leaf. They were going to take her to the auction, take her out of the house. That worry of being paraded down her stoop was back, trying to pull her out of her fantasy, and she resented it. It was dispelled like magic when a cloak was settled over her shoulders, smoothed by a pair of smaller hands. She recognized Shale’s jasmine lotion, remembered her touch from the club, dancing with her arms around Madison, teasing the men.
Troy put his hand on Madison’s lower back, clasping the tether now under the cloak and curved around her hip. In that manner, she was guided out the door, halted briefly as it was locked and secured; then they took her to the car.
It was an SUV, because Troy helped her up the step into the backseat. He sat next to her as Shale went up front to drive. Once the doors were closed and the engine started, Troy unfastened the cape down the front, slid it off her shoulders. She assumed the windows were tinted dark. Knowing she was a slave going to auction, stripped down to mostly full nudity and being transported that way amid an oblivious public, made her inexplicably hotter and more anxious.
“Lift your hips so I can fold it beneath you.”
She obeyed, and she was sitting naked next to him, in nothing but collar, tether and thong. And plug, but she supposed in its current position it couldn’t count as outerwear. She was grateful for the cushion of the cloak, because those stripes still hurt.
“Open your legs.”
He didn’t have Logan’s commanding delivery, but she didn’t sense that was his intent. He was a servant of the auction, here to
“Please . . .” She didn’t know what she was begging for, but it wasn’t her safe word, so Shale didn’t stop. Was Troy watching, wishing it was him, his cock getting hard even as he felt that quake in the lower belly, knowing that bearing the pain was part of it?
“Six.”
When she yelped into the carpet, muffling the noise, she thought of her soldier. Standing in front of the camera, feet braced, arms crossed, his steely eyes focused on everything. How she was responding, every bare inch of flesh, every part of her, inside and out, that he intended to claim fully, all the way to her soul. She trembled harder. “Please . . .” she whispered, and now she knew what she was begging for.
“Seven.”
“
God.
” She didn’t know if Shale was hitting harder, or the pain built with each one. Just one more. One more. The most important one, the one that mattered more than the others.
“Call it out, slave.”
“Eight. Please.”
It slashed across her hindquarters, low enough that sting burned through her pussy, like an itch she couldn’t reach back and satisfy. That wasn’t her job, either. She panted, letting the sting turn into throbbing, trying not to wince as Shale ran her hand over the layers of marks, nails scraping across them.
“Nice. An excellent job. Thank you, Troy. Give me back the switch and bring her back to her feet. Clean her up.”
That had been Troy? She realized then that both of them flanked her. Troy had been so quiet, and with the blindfold, her senses were disoriented. She’d just assumed Shale was doing the punishment.
His hand was under her arm, drawing her back up to her heels and then to her feet. She swayed, sniffled. “Close your eyes,” he said with quiet firmness.
She was wearing a blindfold, so she wasn’t sure why that was necessary, but she obeyed. Then he loosened the blindfold and lifted it. A soft handkerchief absorbed the tears that had fallen. Troy also carefully wiped around her mouth where the saliva had gathered from her position and stress. There was a reason the instructions had included not wearing makeup, apparently. He replaced the blindfold. “Open your eyes and tell me if you can see anything, even light. Be truthful.”
She opened her eyes. “A little, under the left eye. Like candlelight.”
He tightened it, and she was back in total darkness again, shaking like a leaf. They were going to take her to the auction, take her out of the house. That worry of being paraded down her stoop was back, trying to pull her out of her fantasy, and she resented it. It was dispelled like magic when a cloak was settled over her shoulders, smoothed by a pair of smaller hands. She recognized Shale’s jasmine lotion, remembered her touch from the club, dancing with her arms around Madison, teasing the men.
Troy put his hand on Madison’s lower back, clasping the tether now under the cloak and curved around her hip. In that manner, she was guided out the door, halted briefly as it was locked and secured; then they took her to the car.
It was an SUV, because Troy helped her up the step into the backseat. He sat next to her as Shale went up front to drive. Once the doors were closed and the engine started, Troy unfastened the cape down the front, slid it off her shoulders. She assumed the windows were tinted dark. Knowing she was a slave going to auction, stripped down to mostly full nudity and being transported that way amid an oblivious public, made her inexplicably hotter and more anxious.
“Lift your hips so I can fold it beneath you.”
She obeyed, and she was sitting naked next to him, in nothing but collar, tether and thong. And plug, but she supposed in its current position it couldn’t count as outerwear. She was grateful for the cushion of the cloak, because those stripes still hurt.
“Open your legs.”
He didn’t have Logan’s commanding delivery, but she didn’t sense that was his intent. He was a servant of the auction, here to
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