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With that, Sully himself reached out and grasped my breast, massaging it in front of the gathered crowd. But unlike gross Turtle Neck, he was gentle. At first anyway. After only a few moments, though, he plucked at my nipple.
Unlike the other man’s touch, Sully knew exactly how to play me. A spasm rocked me as he tweaked me like he was tuning a guitar. The men around us laughed and Sully smiled triumphantly.
“When they’re feral like this one is,” he said loudly, “sometimes it takes a master’s touch.”
I wanted to roll my eyes. Master’s touch my ass.
Turtle Neck wasn’t happy with Sully’s explanation either, apparently. He licked his top lip with a sloppy, slug-like tongue. “Give her to me. Four hours in my cage and she’ll be singing a different tune. I know her kind. She’ll break in no time.”
Sully met the man’s eyes, and I wasn’t sure, but I would’ve sworn a silent battle passed between them. In the end, Sully smiled, wrapped an arm around my bare shoulder, and gave a polite shrug before leading me away without a word—something I didn’t know he was capable of.
I wasn’t sure where he was taking me, but I was happy to follow. Anything to be away from that group of men who’d smiled and approved of Turtle Neck’s words and actions.
Sully leaned over and whispered in my ear, “He was out of line. But you do deserve to be punished for that little stunt.”
“What?” I hissed, looking up at Sully. It had felt like he was on my side.
All of a sudden, he sat down on a leather bench, using the momentum to swing me down over and across his lap.
I was still trying to orient myself and sit up when an explosion of fire lit across my ass. His hand. My ass.
Sully had just spanked me. I yelped and tried to spin in his lap, but his other arm was a firm bar across my back.
He spanked me in quick succession ten more times. Each swat had more power and more sting than the one before it. I’d never in my life been spanked before. Dad was an asshole, but we weren’t that kind of family.
And here I was now, a twenty-three-year-old woman, getting spanked. I didn’t want to whimper or cry out, but damn if Sully wasn’t making it impossible. It hurt. It fucking hurt! Not to mention the humiliation of being bent over a man’s knee completely naked with an upturned ass on full display…
Then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. Except that my backside was still on fire from the contact. Clapping came from behind us. Was he just showing off for those ignorant bastards back there?
But I barely had time to react to one thing before Sully was waving someone over towards us. Sully readjusted us on the bench as the man approached, swinging me back around—his strength so infuriating, I was just a mere puppet in his hands—so that I was seated on the bench. I’d barely gotten my seat, and good God, ow, my backside was still smarting.
I barely got a glimpse of the guy approaching. Just enough to tell he was tall, lean, with a handsome, slightly weathered face. Dark hair going silver at the sides. He looked like a late 1990s Richard Gere.
Oh, and there was the fact that he was totally naked except for some tight silky boxer briefs.
“Behind her,” Sully commanded as soon as he reached us.
The man obeyed, slinging one leg over the bench.
“Closer,” Sully barked.
I felt the heat of the Richard Gere lookalike at my back.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about all this, but then again, this new guy wasn’t repulsive or taking any liberties. My heart rate still sped up. Everything tonight was happening so quickly I didn’t have time to figure out how I felt about one thing before we were on to the next. Maybe that was the point? Maybe if I just let go of my usually iron control and… dear God, maybe if I just let go and trusted Sully, I could get through this.
Sully certainly seemed calm and in control. He was keeping the Richard Gere lookalike in line. The man was only doing exactly what Sully said. And somehow knowing Sully was in charge—in spite of how much I despised him—relaxed me.
At least he had never referred to me as it, and when he’d called me a pet earlier in the room, I had the feeling it was more to get under my skin than anything he really believed.
Still, I wasn’t about to let down my guard. This was just another in a long list of experiences in my life I just had to survive.
“Reach around and fondle her breasts.”
Hands extended from behind me and the man lifted my breasts experimentally in his hands, as if testing the weight. Then he began to massage circles with his fingers, teasing my nipple with light flicks of his thumb.
