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Quill just shrugged.
The Viking studied her a few minutes longer. She shrank away when he pushed her dark hair behind her ears.
Quill gave her a warning look. “If you can’t handle it, safeword out, but don’t do this wilting flower routine with me.”
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“Are you comfortable playing with my girl?” The Viking asked.
Saskia glanced over at the blonde, who now leaned against the desk. The girl looked friendly and happy enough to be there.
“Yes, sir,” Saskia said.
He took Saskia’s hand and squeezed. “Good girl.”
Quill moved to one of the school desks along the back row and sat, his legs splayed in the chair.
The other man sat at a desk in the front row. “Kane? What’s your girl’s name?”
“Saskia,” Quill said from the back, his eyes not leaving hers. She felt as if she were being graded. A school room was appropriate.
“Saskia, are you wearing panties?”
“No, sir.”
“That’s good. Take off the top for me. I want to see those lovely tits.”
She took a breath to still the tremble in her hand and removed the top and laid it across one of the chairs on the front row.
The blonde girl pushed off the desk, and took Saskia’s hand. “Don’t be nervous,” she whispered. She threaded her fingers in Saskia’s hair and pulled her in for an open-mouthed kiss.
Saskia sighed against the other woman’s lips as the girl’s hand reached up to fondle her breasts.
“Put your hand between her legs and stroke her until she comes,” Quill said from the back row.
Saskia glanced at the stranger. His expression wasn’t lust. It was calculation. He wasn’t convinced she was here by choice. How could Quill have thought forcing her into this scenario would warm her up to his grand pimp plans? Or did he just not care if she kicked and screamed the whole way?
She wanted to stop it even if Quill might punish her when they got back to the gallery. But before she could decide to do that, the blonde girl had taken her hand, brought it to her mouth, sucking on Saskia’s fingers.
Saskia let out a surprised gasp at the warm tongue moving against her skin.
“Please,” the blonde whimpered, “touch me.”
She didn’t protest as the girl pushed Saskia’s hand between her legs. The blonde was excited. Saskia dragged a finger slowly through the trail of wetness between the other woman’s legs and then began to stroke her sensitive flesh.
She wasn’t sure if this girl liked to be touched the same exact way she did, but the response was encouraging.
The girl moved against Saskia’s fingers. “Yes, please... please...”
“Bend her over the desk and spank her,” The Viking said. “She knows not to beg like that. It’s unseemly. Like a poodle begging scraps.”
Saskia pressed gently against the girl’s back as she laid over the desk. The girl wriggled her ass in the air, and Saskia took that as an invitation. She smacked her a few times on each cheek until a blush of red burst out over the girl’s skin, then she rubbed her heated flesh.
Despite any misgivings he might have about Saskia’s presence at the club, The Viking was already becoming aroused again. His erection pushed hard against his pants as if it might burst through the seams. He turned to Quill. “Are you sharing her? I mean, privately?”
“I am. For a price.”
Saskia tensed.
