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Freya stared up at the glazed ceiling. “Perhaps it is a temple after all.”
“This way, sir.” Lalita swept her hand to one side. “We’ve prepared the room.”
The room allocated to the governor for his private use was vast. The bed took center stage with piles of cushions heaped around it. Pictures of exotic landscapes hung from the walls alongside cabinets and wardrobes. There were plenty of mirrors too, not just on the walls, but attached to the ceiling above her head. She’d not seen her reflection in weeks and the sight of her long hair tangled about her tanned face was shocking. How did Marco find her sexy dressed in the dreary work clothes, no makeup, and sun-tired skin? “Oh, dear,” she muttered, tugging at a knotted lock of hair.
Lalita patted her arm. “Don’t fret. We’re quite adept at transformation.” She gestured to the bathroom while speaking to Marco. “In there we can bathe her, dress her hair, polish her nails, and give her a deep cleansing. Then, you may avail yourself as you wish.”
Marco nodded. “Please perform the necessary preparations. All of them.”
Lalita pushed open the frosted door and nudged Freya through it. The bathroom was bigger than the bedroom. However, it wasn’t its size that brought her to a sudden halt, but the contents. She expected to see the shower cubicle—the walk-in kind with seats around the outside—and the bathtub that could accommodate three or four people wasn’t a surprise either. What shocked her was the contraption in the middle of the room. “Is that a loveseat?” she asked.
“Indeed.” Lalita touched the back of it. “Sloped for your back to rest against, with adjustable armrests that can be positioned in all directions and the foot rests. It permits your legs to be spread wide and bent, while opening your vagina and anus for examination and cleansing. We have many of these seats in the Volta. They are very popular. This one is designed for wet use; it can be even placed under the shower. Others allow the female to bend over, raising her bottom for access and her head in the correct position for oral pleasuring. Entirely adjustable and versatile. It will be where you rest during your enema.”
“Enema!” shrilled Freya. “Nobody is going to—”
“Freya,” Marco’s stern voice cut across her complaint. “This is a requirement.”
She ignored Lalita and stood close enough to Marco that she could whisper in his ear. “Please. I’ve never had one before. It’s embarrassing.”
The door opened behind Marco and in walked two more women, older than Lalita and dressed in shorter gowns. They bowed to Marco before standing to one side—more audience to witness her humiliation?
“Freya,” said Lalita. “This is Gellis and Tanara. They are your personal maids. They will bathe you, dress you, and ensure you’re fit for the governor’s pleasure. They will assist me in performing your enema.”
“Oh, no.” Freya wagged her finger in the air. “Absolutely not. No way. Marco, this is not happening.”
Behind her back, he sighed, a long exhale of frustration. “Freya, this is not negotiable. It’s part of your initiation into the Volta. A thorough purge is essential. Now, it’s simple. You let these lovely ladies pamper you or I take you into the bedroom and spank your bottom thoroughly.”
Her eyes widened when he mentioned spanking. “Seriously? You’ll spank me for refusing to have an enema?”
“Freya.” Lalita’s voice had sharpened. “There are many rules here. If you start out breaking this one, you’re going to spend a great deal of your time being punished. It doesn’t hurt and it will make you feel better. Now, please remove that ghastly overall so we can begin.”
Freya turned her head away. “No fucking way, bitch,” she muttered in English.
Marco grasped her arms above her elbows and snapped her to attention. “That I heard. Excuse me, Lalita, while I deal with this disrespect.” Spinning Freya on her feet, he marched her back into the bedroom.
He halted by the foot of the grand bed. “You forget I speak English and I know how to curse in it. You will comply with this discipline or this agreement between us will never succeed. I won’t tolerate disobedience. It’s your choice.”
Her lips quivered as he sat on the edge of the bed and tapped his lap. “I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“Then you will apologize, but after I have spanked you.” He drew her toward him, pulling her down over his lap.
Since he possessed great strength, if she fought him, he would win. She could shout and scream, demand to be released and get sent back to the heat of the canyon floor, and rescind the strange arrangement he’d drawn her into accepting. However, she didn’t. Instead, she lay across his thighs and buried her face into the nearest cushion.
“This ass will be bared for me.”
She lifted herself up, ready to strip, but before she could move, he ripped her overall apart along the back seam. The shredding of the fabric caused a surge of adrenaline and when the cool rush of air brushed against her raised bottom and between her thighs, butterflies fluttered in her stomach. He’d made an opening and through it he would see her clenching muscles, fighting to relax. If he sought out her slit, he’d find it soaked by a sudden flood of desire. She knew what she wanted from him, but was he only interested in turning her ass red?
“What do you want from me?” she asked.
He pressed his palm against her cheeks and squeezed a lobe. “This. You will be mine, unhindered and willingly given. I want you so much it causes me pain when we’re apart,” he said softly before clearing his throat. “You’ll lie still while I spank you. This isn’t something I do without careful consideration, Freya. I will punish you if don’t learn to
curb your tongue and attitude.”
He clapped his hand down on her bottom and she kicked her legs back. His smack packed a weight behind it and a firmness to match. The sting left an immediate impression.
“Ow.” She bucked her hips up and her bottom collided with his descending hand.
Marco spanked her without pauses between blows. He switched between each buttock, changing his target area constantly. When she wriggled too much and attempted to reach behind and knock his hand away, he snatched her wrist and pinned it to her back. She paddled her feet and he hooked his muscular thigh over the top and trapped her beneath.
