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“Welcome back Ethan,” a female voice said, sending Cat looking all around. “It’s been a while. What will your poison be tonight?”
“Standard flog with cock cage.”
“Initiating scene. Who would you like to attend you this evening?”
“Is there…a Mistress?”
Mistress? She looked at Ethan, finding him strapped face down on a large stone, just as he’d said. God, the sight of him, naked and bound, arms stretched out and wide open, legs the same.
“Of course. What is your preference?”
“None.”
He’s just using a woman to teach you.
Did he always use a woman in this? The idea knotted and burned her stomach.
“How are you doing Cat?” he asked, making her jump.
“I’m…I’m a little…I’m fine. Oh shit,” she gasped. “He…the man passed right through me,” she whispered, feeling dizzy.
“That’s normal, baby. They can’t see you. Try to relax.”
Relax. Freaking never. She reached out and encountered his shoulder, moving her hand along his arm. “Sorry,” she whispered, pulling away at feeling one of the things attached to him.
“You ready for a ride to Hell?”
Cat snapped her head to the foot of the stone slab where a woman in a shiny black leather dress split at the front stood. She was astonishingly real looking and beautiful, boobs barely covered by the black material.
“Yes Mistress,” Ethan answered, his winded words making Cat’s pulse triple as she lowered her gaze to a slash of material embedded between the woman’s shaven vagina lips. She wore boots. Black and shiny too, stopping above her knee.
“That’s a good boy,” she said, walking slowly around the stone bed, the heel of her boots clicking on the stone floor. She leaned her head next to his. “Just kidding,” she whispered. “I know there’s nothing good in you, Slave.”
“No Mistress,” he whispered.
Cat jumped when she raised a black looking crop with long leather strings and swatted the air next to her, making it snap.
“You hear that, Ethan?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“That’s the sound of your salvation.” She swung it, bringing the straps over his back, making Cat step back. His strained groan preceded his hot, “Yes. Punish me.”
“You dare command me?” She swung the straps in an X formation and Cat gasped at the blood beading on his skin.
Virtual. Not real. Just pretend.
“No Mistress,” he groaned, letting go several hot gasps that gripped her womb despite her fear. “Forgive me.”
“Forgive…” She chuckled, stepping onto the stone slab. Straddling his waist, she faced his feet and dangled the leather straps between his opened legs. “There is no forgiveness here,boy. Only punishment.”
Cat recalled his reaction to her calling himboy,her stomach knotting more.
“Yes, Mistress,” he moaned. “Punish my cock,please.”
“Demon,” she called. “You heard him. Just a taste.”
Ethan’s body jerked on the slab, his hips pressing hard into the stone, his groans seething, getting frantic and louder. His legs and arms jerked in the restraints—she couldn’t breathe. The Mistress brought the straps down right between his legs. “Be still, Slave while the Demon gives you everything you deserve.”
