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Violet froze.
She could not believe he was going to fuck her in front of all of those men. Go, go, go, her little voice wanted to scream out. But she couldn’t move, couldn’t break the hold they had on her as if in a trance. She worried for the woman and yet she was unable to do anything.
She watched in shock as the blond man tugged off his belt in a final flourish. Instead of unzipping his pants, he folded the belt in half and asked the woman, “You’ve been a bad little girl, haven’t you, pet?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied in a quiet whisper.
“Louder, pet, the others can’t hear you,” the dark and handsome one said crossly, tweaking her nipple with a nasty pinch.
“Yes, sir, I have been a bad little girl,” she said again, her voice loud and slightly husky.
The blond man ran his hand down her ass cheek and up through her thighs, grazing her now exposed, shaven lips. “Tell us how you have been bad, little pet,” he said, lazily flicking her clit.
“I played with myself without permission,” she admitted through clenched teeth.
A knowing murmur ran through the crowd as the men adjusted themselves in their seats to get a better view, others rubbing their cocks slowly through their pants, uncaring of their fellow spectators.
“And what happens when little girls pleasure themselves without their master’s explicit permission?” the dark and handsome one asked in an ominous tone.
“She must pay the price,” she responded meekly.
“That’s right,” the dark and handsome man confirmed in an affectionate tone that twisted Violet’s insides with something akin to fear, blended with an unspoken want. Which added to the growing smolder she felt slowly blossoming deep in the pit of her stomach.
She needed to get out of there, she thought to herself, trying to pull herself back from the curtains, but her legs refused to move. Her breathing shallow.
“I know, Master,” she said, her voice cracking with shame, her head dipping slightly. Violet saw her breasts rise and fall deeply.
“Are you ready to answer?” the dark and handsome man asked, running a finger along her spine.
“Yes, Master, please let me answer for my crime and right my wrong,” she said with iron conviction, arching her back once more and pushing her ass up higher in the air.
Oh, dear God, Violet thought. The woman felt as if she deserved what was about to happen to her. This was insane.
Violet heard the belt race through the air before it landed with a solid crack on the woman’s ass. A red welt appeared across her smooth skin, marring its perfectly tanned glow. Again, the belt flew, scorching her flesh, then again and again. The blond man laid stripe after burning stripe on her round cheeks in seven neat, raised lines. The woman’s breath came in gasps, but she didn’t flinch, she didn’t cry out.
“What do you have to say for yourself, little girl?” the blond man asked nonchalantly, stilling his hand and his belt. The woman arched her back again, a slight smile playing on her lips, steadying her feet and thrusting her ass arrogantly in the air.
“Please, sir, give me what I deserve, purge the sin from my flesh.” The dark and handsome man dipped his hand between her pussy lips and pulled a finger out, covered in her shiny wetness. He put it to her lips and watched as she greedily sucked her own juices from his hand.
Violet’s head reeled as she realized not only did the woman feel like she deserved this, but she wanted it. The scene was turning her on. With growing dismay, Violet could feel her own dark desire pooling low in her belly. She could feel a hint of wetness seeping through her own panties.
She had to get out of there, she told herself, shaking her head to break the spell she’d fallen under, forcing herself to go. But she never finished turning around. She had been so caught up in the scene before her, she had no idea that someone had entered the alcove behind her.
“Find something you like?” the stranger’s deep, gravelly voice whispered warmly in her ear as his large hands clasped her upper arms, holding her in place against his muscular chest.
“You’re blushing.”
Looking up from the book, I saw him staring at me with rapt attention. His eyes never wavered. His breathing even and relaxed as the book I read to him kept him enthralled, just like the heroine of the story I read.
“It’s a lot darker than I’ve read before. But very interesting.”
“It’s about BDSM.”
Blushing harder, I whispered, “I know. Would you like me to continue?”
He nodded.
Smirking, I did just that.
