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Penny shivered at his tone, crossing her arms across her chest in her nervousness.
“Get on all fours,” he commanded.
She sank to her knees slowly, eyes downcast, and then leaned forward until her palms were flat on the stone floor. She’d never been so aroused in her life. And when he leaned down and fastened a collar around her neck, humiliation washed over her like a tidal wave. But she still felt like she was drowning in this heady feeling. She didn’t have time to ponder why a proper lady such as herself was so needy of degradation, because Rorke jerked on the leash and started walking.
She straightened up, and he flicked the leash, smacking it against her chin.
“Down, bitch!” he snapped. “You crawl until I say so.”
Penny lowered her head, face redder than a tomato with shame, and crawled on all fours after him to the center of the room. Above them was a horizontal beam suspended from chains in the ceiling, with two cuffs dangling from each end.
“Stand,” he demanded, and she scrambled to her feet. He cuffed each of her wrists above her head, and then snapped two cuffs around her ankles separated by a spreader bar.
As he circled around behind her, she strained her neck to see what he was getting. It was too dark back there, and she looked down at herself instead. The leash hung down in front of her, falling straight between her pert breasts and brushing against the floor.
She turned her head again. “Master, I-”
“You don’t speak unless I ask you too, whore!” Rorke cut her off, and stalked around the front of her. He lashed out and slapped her left breast hard, leaving an angry red mark across her pretty skin.
“Rorke!” Penny shrieked at the pain, and his eyes raged. She realized her mistake too late, and he slapped both of her breasts two more times. She jerked around in her bonds, to no avail. She was fastened, motionless, helpless. He could do with her as he pleased.
“You are my slave,” he hissed, leaning forward so that he was an inch away from her nose. “You are at my mercy. You refer to me as Master. Do you understand now?”
“Y-yes,” she replied, tears welling up in her eyes. “Yes, Master.”
“Without rules, we are nothing,” Rorke replied, straightening back to his full height. “I must punish you for not following them. You need to learn respect. And I don’t want to hear a sound from you. Not a peep.”
Penny was barely able to draw in a breath before his hand came down on her breast again. She didn’t know how she kept in her scream, but she did. It hurt so badly. Her breasts burned and her cunt burned, everything was on fire. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together, give herself some kind of friction, but she was spread helplessly.
He continued to hit her, alternating breasts, alternating sides, sometimes hitting her oversensitive nipples. She wanted him to stop, but she simultaneously never wanted him to stop. As her tight little hole clenched, seeking something that wasn’t there, she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please, Master!” she cried, and then gasped at her mistake.
“You are learning some respect, but still defying me,” Rorke warned. “How shall I punish you? You’re improving, but you still need to learn.” He slapped her again, this time so hard it felt like her nipple had come clean off.
Penny sobbed openly, at this point uncaring as to whether she was making noise or not. Wetness crept down her cheeks and her thigh, and she couldn’t understand how she could feel so much pain and so much sensual pleasure at the same time.
“Arch your back,” the Duke demanded, and she obeyed quickly, hoping it would lessen her punishment.
Slap.
“Tell me you love it,” he said.
Penny sobbed. “I love it, Master!”
He lowered his mouth to one of her poor nipples, hovering just above. As his breath tickled her sore flesh, she wiggled and squirmed as much as she was able.
“Higher,” he snapped, and pinched her thigh hard, causing her to flinch and lift herself as high as she could on her tiptoes to get her breast into his mouth. His warm and wet tongue soothed her raw skin, and she moaned as he lavished his affection on her.
“Please, Master!” she wailed, and he chuckled cruelly against he
r skin. He knew what she wanted. But she was a virgin—would she know how to ask for it?
He pulled away from her, rolling her nipples between his fingers as he gazed into her red-rimmed eyes.
“Please what, slave?” he cooed.
“Please, I need...” Penny stammered, cheeks so red they were almost purple.
