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“Now, I’m just going to whip her pussy,” Locke explains to the couple. “She might try to close her legs; don’t let her. She can handle this.”

“Of course.” The woman has an exotic accent. “I hope you give her some nice hard slaps. I want to hear her squeal. A pussy that pretty deserves to be made nice and plump with some leather before getting fucked.”

My face must be as red as my ass.

“If you want us to pull her legs back so you can hit her asshole too, just let us know.” The male half of the couple laughs. “If we pull back on her knees and thighs, we can expose her anus to you properly for the strap.”

I gasp in alarm.

“Oh, it definitely hurts,” the man assures me. “But like my partner said, it will only make your fuck that much better later on.” To Locke: “We’ll hold her securely, no matter how much she struggles.”

“Good.”

And then Locke uses the strap, not his hand, to spank my pussy. It’s so much fiercer than before—it’s a strange sensation, as much arousal as pain. But it does hurt, there’s no denying it.

I cry out and try to close my legs, but the couple have them spread wide.

“No,” Locke says simply. Then he raises the strap and brings it down again, hard.

I can hear the moist sound of the leather hitting my wet skin. The string of the panties protects my clit from direct contact, and he hasn’t hit high; the main part of the leather seems to have gone right where his cock would enter.

“Ow!” I wail it out and yank at the strong hands holding me.

“Stop complaining. You earned this,” Locke scolds me. The strap comes down again, again, again.

Just when I think I might have to say red—not necessarily because of the pain, but because the whole situation is starting to become overwhelming, Locke steps back and puts up his hand.

“Enough.”

The couple bow their heads and loosen their grip on my legs, although they don’t let go entirely until Locke comes over to support me.

The woman leans down to whisper into my ear. “You’re a lucky girl, my dear.” She pats my arm. “You’re going to have even more fun than you know.”

The two of them help me sit up, then they’re gone—to where, I don’t know, and I don’t care. All I can think about is Locke and his bewitching eyes.

“Have you learned to listen to me yet?” He leans in and kisses my lips. Bites my neck softly.

Seeing that I can’t speak, he scoops me up into his arms. “We’ll go somewhere more private now.”

He carries me into a private room and closes the door. The room is dim, lit by red lights high up on the walls, in ornate sconces. They almost seem like candles, the way the light flickers gently and softly, illuminating things for a second here and there.

“Time for these to come off.” Locke pulls the panties from my ass and pussy and I give a sigh of relief as the fabric comes away from my body.

“Tight panties for a spanking are a great way to learn submission, hmmm?” He sets me down on a low bed in the room bedecked with cushions and the softest sheet I’ve ever felt. It’s cool, like silk. “And tonight, you’re mine completely, Temi.”

His eyes shine in the dark, more purple than ever.

“Let’s see how well you learned your lessons.”

Chapter 10

He stands up and walks to the corner of the small room. He snaps his fingers once.

Without hesitation, I get to the floor and crawl to him, then get up into a kneeling pose, locking my hands behind my back and jutting out my breasts, keeping my gaze downward.

“Ah, very nice. You did learn. Good girl. That’s the way to avoid the strap on your pussy. Stay there, please.”

He says please, but I know it’s not a request. It makes it sexier to have him couch his dominance in polite language, somehow.

He leaves for a minute and comes back with a tray and sets it on a table near the bed. “Water, perhaps?”

I nod.

He comes over to me and crouches down. “Open your mouth.”

I do, and he tips a glass up to my lips. I drink greedily, spilling some of the water down my chest, but decide to keep my hands behind my back since he didn’t tell me to move them.

When I’m done, I nod at the glass. “Thank you. I’m good now.”

“All right.”

He puts