“Yes, Master Rex,” she agreed, her nipples becoming hard, the erect points pressing into the cotton coverlet under her. “But that’s behind us.”
“You still have to be punished,” Rex told her, glancing at Luke.
She was counting on that. In fact, she’d been unable to think of anything else. After she told Luke about Fred, explaining what he’d made her do in front of the cameras, she’d fully expected a chain reaction. Luke went to Rex. He assured him they would handle Fred and any other men like him. Then, they likely began early discussions of the best ways to discipline her.
She hoped for stiff penalties, an erotic sentence guaranteed to last all night. They wouldn’t disappoint.
Luke took his palm to her bare ass. He spanked her, giving her several quick swats until she cried. “Stop! Please!”
She’d play this to the hilt.
“Does it hurt?” Rex asked, squatting in front of her again, playing with his cock.
“Oh yes, it burns.”
Luke rubbed her cheeks, spreading her ass as he worked his fingers into her skin. “Her pussy is on fire, not her bottom. I didn’t spank her that hard.”
She smiled.
Rex smirked. “You’re a little drama queen. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master.”
“That will cost you,” Rex promised her, moving his cock up and down, slow and easy.
Lucy licked her lips. They were damp before she realized what she was doing. Good Lord, he made her thirsty. She’d give anything to sip at his dick, lick the end until his sweet cum tantalized her taste buds.
Luke leaned over her back. “Does your cunt throb, honey?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Are you wet?”
“Yes, Master.”
He nibbled at her lobe and cupped her cheek. Dropping a peck on her lips, he whispered against her chin, “Years ago, Victorian gentleman stimulated their partners by inserting ginger root into the anus. The pleasure-pain component stimulated orgasms said to be enhanced by the burning sensation the ginger provoked.”
While he talked to her, he slid his hand across her bare shoulders. His fingers walked down her back, tickling her. She quivered as her body responded, her arousal building, becoming fervent, too hot to contain.
“Let’s make you comfortable,” Luke said, tracing the lines in her palms as he gently helped her to a seated position.
Rex rose to his feet. Together, they hoisted her from the bed.
“Look how hard her nipples are,” Rex said, pinching the left one.
She yelped, and Luke smacked her bottom. “No outbursts. Hold your tongue.”
“Yes, Master.”
Luke winked. “That’s my girl.”
Rex pulled a spray bottle from the carry-all container she just noticed on the floor. “Bend over,” he instructed her, moving her body in a way where she could easily obey his command. He held her by the shoulders, which positioned the top of her head right at his cock.
Oh hell, how was she expected to survive this? She didn’t want to look down. She wanted to stare up, view the only men she’d ever really loved.
Luke stood behind her. Rex handed off the bottle, and she felt the nozzle at her rectum, the hard plastic cap right at her ass. A swishing sound filled the room as cool water brushed inside her hole. She opened her mouth, but nothing left her, not a sigh, not a complaint, nothing.
“Good girl,” Rex said, patting her head.