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I had no choice but to do as he’d commanded. I was becoming cold, bumps raising on my exposed skin. I wanted to wrap my arms around myself to ward off the chill, but I wasn’t sure if even that movement would be allowed. My ass throbbed against the heels of my feet, and I wanted very much to hate the prince. To return to the sea and find the Sea Witch and see if I could not bargain to get my voice back.
Except… something odd had taken place. I’d been transformed during my whipping, and it was more than my exhaustion, the throbbing in my rear and the grittiness in my eyes. Something had shifted inside of me, a feeling I had no name for.
But when the prince came back in my line of vision, my breath caught in my chest. An awed tenderness for him filled me, consuming me even further than the heat he’d imparted to my butt.
His expression was still stern as a black rope dangled from his hand. “Turn around.”
I obeyed without a second’s hesitation, my heart leaping into my throat. I had no idea why, but there was a tense anticipation in the air.
“Do you know what this is?”
I shook my head, eyes locked on his face, wondering what I might be able to do to make him smile at me again. Would he be displeased with me forever?
“It’s leather.” He took it between his two hands, doubled it over and snapped it, making a fearsome noise. “It has two purposes, and both are for teaching you who the master is here. On your feet, waif.”
I scurried to stand, and I had no sooner done so then his hand was pressing me to the wall. As soon as my hands touched the surface, I heard a whistle as the leather whipped through the air. Then a biting line of fire burned across my already sore ass.
A sound as close as I could manage to a scream emitted from my parted lips. My heart beat wildly as I wondered if I would receive more burning stripes. When he turned me toward him once more, I suddenly became very concerned for the pulsing center between my legs. My hands instinctively went there to shield it, but he only laughed.
“Not to worry, my waif. I just wanted you to have a taste of the strap. I’d never whip you there.”
Finally, there was some mercy in his eyes and my knees sagged with the relief of seeing it at last.
But the prince tsked his tongue and held me up. “Hold out your arms.”
Once my arms were out, he made quick work of binding them together with the leather.
“Try and break free.”
I hesitated for a moment, my eyes searching his face to see if he was serious. Once I determined that he was, I tried to move my arms. He had tied it so tightly that I could only move them the slightest bit no matter how hard I struggled, and I soon gave it up because it hurt to do so.
“You see?” There was a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Naughty girls have to be whipped and taught a good lesson.” He dragged his finger across my shoulder, making me shiver.
That wasn’t my lesson? The prince held me spellbound in apprehension as he lowered his dark head. His tongue came lashing out against my nipple and with a lick and a quick, sharp nibble of his teeth, it was standing proudly erect.
I could feel my pussy clench as his fingers plucked the other one. Then it was rolled between his fingers until it, too, was aroused and aching for attention. But he left me just as suddenly as he’d come, goose pimples marking nearly every inch of my skin and my pussy wet and wanting.
He returned once more with an object I didn’t recognize. This one was a short, thick rod. Seeing my gaze upon it, as he drew nearer, he held it out toward me. “Go on. Touch it.”
With my bound hands moving as one, I grazed it with my fingertips. It felt hard and immovable.
“Turn around.”
Giving him a puzzled look, I did as he’d asked.
“Bend over.”
I moved slowly, my mind whirling at the implication and half expecting a reproaching lash to whip down, but he was patient with me. When I finally was bent at the waist, I felt his hand slide down the seam between my ass cheeks.
I didn’t have time to so much as shiver before his finger pressed hard against my back entrance. I mewled in protest—literally all I could offer in my own defense.
He chuckled. “You sound absolutely tantalizing when you make that sound, did you know that?”
I craned my head to look at him, hoping against hope he’d see the protest in my eyes and relent.
The wolfish smile he wore grew, making it clear he saw my apprehension. Relent he did not. His finger pressed insistently until he had entered my back channel. Once there, he thrust his finger in and out until I relaxed against him.
It was an odd sensation. My toes were curling and my belly was flooding with heat, but at the same time, my face was warm and I couldn’t bear to look at him.
