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“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” she questions in a snappy tone.

“Um, no,” Syren answers, hastily leaving without another word. What the hell was that all about?

Dime watches Syren depart, still showing an aggressive energy. I feel entitled to walk up and place my hand on the small of her back for comfort.

“Hey, everything okay, girl?”

She turns to me in a hurry, pointing at the door. “Aye. How do you know her?”

“That’s Syren. The girl I met at the grocery store. Why?”

“Because I’ve seen that bitch before. I just can’t put my finger on where.”

“Oh, well, when you remember, let me know. Immediately.”

“Bet.”

Later that night: 2am

The room is dim, only illuminated by the use of fall-scented candles. 90’s R&B is playing at a low volume. Unlike most nights in Ecstasy Island before this, there’s a distinct tension in the room. Syren is draped over a chair, unclothed down to her red bra and panties set. Her arms are tied in front of her, tight enough to restrain her but loose enough not to restrict airflow. With consent, she’s been gagged with a pair of my used panties, awaiting her aforementioned punishment.

Damien is standing behind her, just watching her squirm and moan. There’s a look of unmoving focus in his eyes.

“So, you like playing games, huh?”

She can only moan responses. Meanwhile, I’m on the edge of the bed, naked and sipping Moscato like I’m watching a Lifetime original movie play out in front of me. Patiently biding my time because as soon as he’s done with her, I’ll exact a punishment of my own.

Before Syren can prepare, Damien raises his hand, suddenly slapping across her exposed cheeks hard enough to drown out the music. She yelps approval, skin flushing red upon contact. He strikes again, amplifying the sound of contact to another volume. Again, she cries in a way that begs for more. A heavy smirk etches across my face as I watch. I’m so turned on, it’s insane.

“This is what happens when you don’t obey our commands,” Damien continues, spanking her again right over her previously affected spot. She pulls her hair, tugging her head back towards his bare chest. He briefly lifts her gag, allowing her to use actual words.

“Apologize,” he commands sternly. Syren displays a psychotic grin, proudly enjoying every second of her agony.

“I’m so sorry, Big Daddy,” she quips in a playful tone, clearly not taking it seriously. She’s quickly regagged.

“She needs more,” I butt in, swishing the last of my wine around my glass.

Damien wastes no time delivering my order. Syren receives another two slaps across her ass, one louder than the next. She screams out hysterically with her ass looking like a bright red tomato. I stand to my feet, stalking around her with a closer look at the action. Syren has her eyes focused on me as Big Daddy lays into her again. Once. Twice. Three times.

“Is it funny now?” I say, kneeling down in front of her, kissing her forehead. She winks in an act of defiance, provoking me. That does it. I quickly gulp down the rest of the wine before placing the glass onto a nearby coffee table. Her eyes are stuck on my every move.

“My turn, baby.”

Damien backs away, allowing space for me to stand in front of her instead. Instead of using my hand, however, I have other plans for her. Big Daddy goes over to the right side of the bed and retrieves a lengthy black leather paddle. He hands it off to me, in turn, officially passing down all authority. Syren sees the paddle and her eyes expand with shock. If she wasn’t taking it seriously before, she will now.

“So, here’s the thing,” I start to say, tracing the beginning of the paddle with my pointer finger, “If you can handle this, I’ll have a big surprise for you. Got it?”

She nods slowly.

“Good,” I kneel down to her again, pulling away her gag, “I want to hear you scream my name. But the safe word is scissor.”

“Yes, Mami,” she chokes out, letting out heavy breaths.

I walk back around to face her ass, prepping my arm for the first swing. Damien watches on like a proud mentor, smoking a blunt. The paddle is aimed against the center of her ass so both cheeks can be equally affected. I raise my arm up and come back down with a thunderous strike. One that reverberates through all four walls of the room. She gasps heavily, taking the first smack like a champ.

“What’s my name?”

Smack.