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Chapter Eleven
Lorelei almost chokedon her own breath. Ian had carried his brown paper bag to the table in front of her.
He pulled out a string of beads.
She had perused enough sex toy shops online to know what they were meant for.
She was not going to get through this with any of her already fast-depleting dignity intact.
Out of nowhere, Drake slapped her ass so hard that a cry of sheer agony burst from her. She was certain his handprint would remain etched in her skin for days to come.
“So fucking pretty,” he said then traced the redness which she could feel was blooming fast.
Dragging the string of beads with him, Ian slipped in behind her.
She started to pant before he touched her. She was already heaving intensely when he gathered the beads in the palm of his hand and rolled it against the super-drenched, aching-hot center between her thighs.
Lorelei’s elbows gave in, and she found herself leaning her whole upper body onto the table for support.
She clenched her hands and her jaw. She shifted and swayed, and she so desperately wanted to cry out loud. But she bit her lip to keep her silence. But when Ian pressed his thumb into her asshole, she shot up from the table and whimpered.
“Down, girl,” Drake said in front of her. She so wanted to defy him. She had a feeling he enjoyed her doing what he wanted but doing it with her defiance was still visible.
She obeyed and lowered herself back onto the table.
Ian removed the wet beads from her pussy and then came to face her again.
“This is what you’re going to do, Lorelei. Listen carefully. There are six beads on this string.”
She died a small death as Ian swept his finger against the wetness she had left there. She could smell her juices and her humiliation seemed only to make her wetter.
“For every one strike of Justin’s belt, you need to put a bead inside that fucking hot and so damn tight little rosebud ass of yours. Do you understand?”
Lorelei stared back at him in mortification. The words fuck you, fuck all of your died on the tip of her tongue before she could voice it.
Everything about her body seemed to change. Even her thoughts seemed to process differently now. Who was she? What had she become?
“If you follow the instructions properly, you’ll only receive six stripes with Justin’s belt. If you fail. If a bead falls out, you’ll keep receiving whips until you succeed. Understood?”
She nodded when she really wanted to ask them what sick game this was that they wanted her to play. But she would come off as a hypocrite given how utterly wet she was and how her body seemed to be screaming for this kind of sadistic pleasure.
Ian laid the beads on the table in front of her, then both he and Drake disappeared from her sight.
The heat from the three of them cast a shadow of flames on her back. They could see everything.
The first strike came with the pain delayed. But when it hit, tears gushed from her eyes.
They gave her a few moments to pick up the beads. She didn’t.
But the second one, that one did her in, completely. She was on fire and the only relief was getting through it so they could stop.
She picked up the beads. Her hands trembled. She rested her face on the table and feeling her way around the beads she slowly pushed one into her ass.
Nothing in the universe could have created such unbelievable ignominy and savage arousal in her at the same time. Her clit pulsed. Her skin sizzled. All emotions escalated when the sound of their deep grunts penetrated her pores as she pushed a single bead into her asshole.
Justin struck her again.
