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When the leather comes down on my ass, I gasp out, “One!” My eyes are still tightly shut, but I hear someone call out, “Look how fucking wet her pussy is!” and I know Dean must have stepped aside enough for someone to get a look, to see my swollen pink folds and know that even just that first crack of leather against my skin was enough to leave me dripping and aching.
I feel Jaxon’s hands flex around my wrists, and I open my eyes to see him staring at me, and I know then that he’s not taking pleasure in this. I call out the second and third strikes as my gaze locks with his. Suddenly his face opens up to me, and I can see everything in his eyes—misery and desire and hurt. I know that he’s probably hard as hell right now, just like that day in the study, that he doesn’t want to be, but he’d do anything to fuck me right now.
Anything except actually do it.
Which is why it’s Cayde, and not him, who’s part of my plan tonight. If I thought I could get Jaxon to agree, I’d open my legs for him in front of everyone here in a second. After all, I chose him first. But he’s not going to, and I can’t risk him chickening out at the last second, even if he did initially agree somehow. I know Cayde won’t back down.
It makes me want and hate him with equal measure, and a sick part of me is glad he’s going to see what I’m going to try to do tonight because, in a way, it’ll be my revenge. Revenge for him turning me down in the first place.
“Five!” I yell out, and then I glare at Jaxon. “You’re the reason I’m here,” I hiss out through clenched teeth. “Fuck you. If you’d just—”
“Quiet!” Dean yells as he pauses his strikes. “You don’t speak unless to call out your punishment, pet. That’s three strokes on your pussy, for that.”
A deep male groan of anticipation ripples through the crowd at that, but when I look at Jaxon again, his face is pure misery. I turn my head to the side, unable to meet his eyes any longer as I call out the next strikes. I can see the guys surrounding the table, their glazed horny expressions, their hard-ons in their jeans, some of them already rubbing the front of their pants as they watch and cheer on my punishment.
I don’t even know how many strokes Dean has planned. I call out one after another, my ass on fire, my thighs wet and stinging, and I’m in pain and aroused all at once, Jaxon’s hands tight around my wrists and Cayde’s hand firm on my back where he’s holding my skirt up.
When Dean brings down the fifteenth stroke, I feel the flush of pleasure that tells me I’m slipping over the edge, passing the line where it’s pain into pure need, and as my hips grind against the table, Dean starts to laugh.
“What a horny little pet.” His hand comes down, resting on my flaming ass, and I moan helplessly. “This is the next part of your punishment, Athena. Whatever I say happens to you next, you’re not allowed to come, not for a single second until your punishment is over. If you do, I’ll draw those names, and you’ll be so covered with strangers’ cum by the end of the night you won’t be able to see or taste anything else for a week. You’ll suck half the cocks here, and if you come more than once, I’ll make you suck the rest. Is that understood?”
I nod weakly, unable to speak. The leather comes down on my ass harder than ever before, so hard that I scream in mingled pain and aching need, and Dean’s voice thunders in the room.
“Answer me!”
“Yes, sir,” I manage, my thighs splaying open in surrender. I can hear the moans, the laughter, the cheering of everyone around me as they watch my humiliation, which is only compounded by the fact that some small twisted part of me loves that too, loves that I’m on display, that everyone is seeing this, that all these guys are going to be jerking off to the sight of my striped red ass and wet pussy for weeks, that when they fuck their girlfriends they’re going to be bending them over and pretending that they’re fucking me.
When the strikes reach twenty, I’m past fighting as Cayde roughly jerks me up from the table, turning me around so that I’m facing the other side of the crowd. He and Jaxon lift me up so that I’m sitting on the table. Then Cayde grabs my wrists, pulling me backward so that I’m lying flat, my skirt up around my waist, and Cayde gripping my wrists above my head so hard that I feel like I’m losing the blood flow. The wood is cold against my burning ass, my breasts exposed to everyone now, and I dimly hear Dean telling me to open my legs as he positions himself to bring the belt down across my pussy.
“Remember, Athena,” he says darkly. “If you come, you’re going to regret it.”
