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“How much?”
“It depends on what you want.”
“Her pussy,” Carter said. “And her ass, but to spank.”
“Spank her ass and fuck her pussy.” Benson tightened his hold on Mal, twisting the nipple ring he held until she whimpered. “Nine.” Benson was just throwing numbers out there, speaking through gritted teeth.
Carter frowned. “I’ll have to write a check. But I came prepared.” Carter took a single folded check and a small pen from his breast pocket. He turned to the table, filled out the check, and then brought it over.
Reluctantly, Benson accepted it.
He’d made it out to S. Benson—slightly alarming that Carter remembered his first initial—for nine thousand dollars.
Benson shoved it into his pocket with Mikel’s cash.
Carter walked over to the straight-backed chair and took a seat. He patted his leg. “Bring her here.”
Benson gritted his teeth at the imperious order, but didn’t make an issue of it. Placing his lips near her ear, he asked, “Where are you?”
“Green… But Master Carter makes me nervous.”
“We can call this off,” Benson said immediately.
“No, I’m green. I’m not afraid. He’s just…Master Carter.”
Benson thought he understood. Carter was Carter. He and Pet were practically a fixture in the club.
Benson held her by the neck as he marched her over to where Carter sat.
He released Mal and cleared his throat. “You’re bought and paid for. Do what he says.”
“Yes, Sir.” Mal cast one quick glance back at him.
Carted yanked Mal down over his lap.
Mal squeaked, and then Carter had the dress yanked up and the first swat landed on her ass.
Benson backed up to the far side of the courtyard, where he’d be out of sight. Grimly, he watched as Carter spanked Mal’s ass hard enough that she was yelping.
The spanking didn’t last long. Carter ordered her up, and Mal scrambled to her feet. When Carter motioned for her to lie back on the table, her ass at the edge, Benson closed his eyes.
* * *
Mal stared up at the sky. There was no canopy of vegetation or pergola structure in this courtyard. The sun was setting; the sky was tinted with gold.
Her ass hurt from the spanking, but not as much as her arm. When Carter pulled her over his lap, he’d grabbed her by the arm, his fingers digging into her bruise from last night.
As she lay on the table, her back arched oddly because her ass was right on the edge, her legs dangling, and she felt numb.
For the second time, Mal looked for Benson, but he was gone. He’d left her here to be fucked by another man, another Master.
She ached for him. Ached for the feel of his arms around her. Ached with the need to see him smile and hear him laugh.
Ached to feel him filling her, thrusting deep inside her.
He left, and it would be someone else who finally filled and fucked her.
When will you fucking figure it out? He doesn’t want you, care about you like that.
