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He releases my hair, and the sting of the belt whips across the sensitive skin of my bare ass. I give a sharp yelp, jumping at the abrupt but short sting.
“Did you like that, Ten?”
I take a moment to assess, my fingers grabbing onto the silk duvet. “Yes, master,” I answer.
Another sharp lick whips across my skin and a sound that comes out half-yelp, half-moan comes from me.
“You will be quiet, Ten. Only then will I stop your punishment.”
Ivan whips me again with the belt and this time I smother the moan, gritting my teeth.
“Good. Now count back from five for me.”
Slap.
“Five.”
Slap.That hit wasextrahard, my skin growing tender as I struggle to swallow any of the yelps that threaten to escape from me.
“Four.”
Slap. Fuck, I’m wet.
“Three.” My voice comes out strangled. I want to be released of my aching arousal so bad while simultaneously getting the sting rubbed out of my ass.
Slap.
“Two,” I breathe, concentrating.
Slap. I want to scream. I want to be fucked. My ass hurts. My pussy throbs.
“One,” I choke out.
The belt drops to the floor. I feel a warm hand on the welts where he hit me.
“Good job.”
I’m so focused on trying not to gyrate and push myself into his hand, needing the touch, that I forget to respond.
Ivan picks the belt back up again and whips it across the hurt, the sting hard to swallow, but I do so I don’t earn another one.
“I said,good job.”
“Thank you, master,” I say.
“That’s more like it.”He touches the stinging, hot skin again, but it’s accompanied by something cool and soothing this time. “You will do well, Ten.” He rubs the soothing feeling into my skin, and I take a breath of pain and pleasure. “Now, let’s get you dressed and to the Advent Gala. I want to show you off.”
Something deep inside me flutters at his words.These Games are going to be very interesting,I think to myself as Ivan gently guides me to my feet and takes me to the closet to pick out a dress from the wall he has stocked.Very interesting, indeed.
Chapter Three: Laurence
The Advent Gala
They call her Blue. Player ten. But I’m fonder of her real name—Evelyn.
I and the other Gamemakers watched her performance from the boardroom. Even through the camera footage, her blue eyes are piercing—earning her the name Blue, gifted by Dane Calloway, another of the Gamemakers. I’m equally entranced by the shade of them, and the long, dark lashes which frame them. Her dark hair cascaded down her back and fell like a black waterfall across her shoulder when she bent over, arching her back for the room.
From what I’ve gathered, her performance at The Bidding was a first in the history of The Games.
