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"Say it," he seethes.
"Sir, the sub will not engage in any play with anyone besides the Dom unless the Dom determines it's in her best interest. At any time, the Dom can allow an audience," I repeat.
He sniffs hard. "Did I determine it's in your best interest to engage with others?"
"I didn't come here to do anything with anyone," I protest.
He narrows his eyes. "Let me remind you about rule number two."
I quickly add, "Sir."
He assesses me, then moves behind me. He widens my legs, restrains my ankles to cuffs on the floor, then rubs his hand over my ass, asserting, "I think it's time you understood all the ways I can punish you."
Without thinking, I buck my hips toward his hand.
He slaps me hard, and I gasp. "I didn't tell you to move!"
I grit my teeth, closing my eyes, attempting to find the strength I have whenever I'm at Riggs's mercy.
He reaches under the bench. He steps aside, and the chains creak, pulling my arms straight in front of me until they're as straight as possible, and Riggs presses something underneath me.
Anxiety fills me. I've never been in this position. I stare at my hands, suspended in the air.
The sound of another chain fills my ears, increasing my pulse. Riggs crouches in front of me again, his expression on the border of being out of control, which normally doesn't happen until we're well into a session.
It intensifies all my conflicting emotions. I swallow hard, wondering what else he'll do with whatever just lowered from the ceiling.
He whispers in my ear, "You're my wife. You took a vow. There's no undoing it."
I squeeze my eyes shut, knowing I'm hurting him, still in pain myself. And I wish I could move on and return to how things were. Yet even in this position, at his mercy, I can't.
He moves my hair to the side, attaches something to my collar, then pushes another button under the bench.
The loud whirring makes my stomach flip. My head lifts until my chin is off the bench and I'm looking straight at Papi and his subs. They're still in the same positions he instructed, only he's rubbing the heads of the two who are kneeling.
Riggs murmurs in my ear in a commanding tone, "You came into this area for a reason, so now you'll see it. Don't you dare take your eyes off them." He takes several lungfuls of air, his hot breath teasing my skin, then adds, "Show our guests how good of a pet you are. No coming until I say." He rises and steps away.
Several minutes pass, and my heart pounds harder as I wonder if I'll survive his punishment. The entire time, I obey Riggs, not that there's any ability to move anywhere. But I never take my eyes off Papi and his subs.
Riggs returns, drips something on my spine, and massages it all over my back, ass cheeks, and thighs. It feels nice, which calms me a bit but not much. Knowing everyone in the room is staring at me adds another layer of anxiety I can't shake.
Papi curls his hands in the hair of his subs, holding them in position. The restrained subs and Papi stare at me while he commands, "Start."
On cue, the man and woman begin licking the restrained subs' privates. The muscles in their arms tense, but they can't move them due to the cuffs. Heat creeps into their faces, and their chests rise and fall faster as they stare at me.
Papi leans over to the woman, whispers something in her ear, then bites her neck.
A soft moan comes out of her mouth, and she shifts her hips closer to the woman's face.
Papi catches her as if he knew it would happen. He tugs the kneeling woman's head back a bit so her tongue barely grazes the woman's pussy, then commands, "Faster."
The woman's tongue turns into a snake, flicking yet barely touching the other woman's glistening clit, causing her to loudly whimper.
Riggs states, "Don't move, pet," tearing my thoughts back to the realization I'm on stage, naked, suspended and restrained, at my husband's mercy.
Something hot drips on my back, initially making me feel like my skin's burning. I flinch, lifting my ass the few inches I can.
A sharp sting hits my ass cheek, and I cry out.
