She made a little sigh of trepidation.
‘What’s that, slut?’ said Richard, giving her sore bottom an extra smack. ‘Don’t you think I have the right to use you as I se
e fit?’
His low voice, always slightly menacing, even in jest, made her shiver.
‘Of course you do, sir,’ she whispered. ‘It’s just that—’
‘Go on?’
‘I’m embarrassed, sir.’
He laughed. ‘So you should be. You’re about to show your other master just what a shameless little bum-slut you are. Though I’m sure he knows it.’
‘Oh yes,’ confirmed Rob. ‘She loves it, no doubt about it.’
‘And I think I’ve earned it,’ said Richard. ‘Rob, there’s a tube of lubricant in my inside jacket pocket. Could you fish it out for us?’
Lucy had to resign herself. There was no way she was getting out of this without safewording. And besides, her tired clit was swelling back into vibrant life at the thought; her spanked thighs were steamy with heat.
There was nowhere to hide. Both these men knew her well. Every dirty secret she had was in their possession. There was no chance of pretending to be a coy flower now. The difficulty for her was that one knew things that the other didn’t, and now everything was going to be laid completely bare. She would never be allowed to forget it.
‘Keep that position,’ instructed Richard, coming closer.
She wanted to stand, to stretch her spine and still the trembling of her knees, but that was going to have to wait. Richard’s hand, with lubricated fingers, slipped between the scorched cheeks into the hot furrow.
‘You’ve already had Rob’s fingers up here tonight,’ he said softly, circling and probing. ‘He knows you love to be filled.’ One slippery finger slipped in, followed by another, stretching her.
She concentrated hard on not clenching, breathing, keeping open and relaxed. Her pussy itched now, longing for some attention on its own account.
‘Especially after a strapping,’ said Richard. ‘You spread your cheeks without thinking twice when they’re good and hot, don’t you?’
‘Yes, sir.’ An agonised gasp.
The fingers speared and scissored, preparing their territory.
‘I think what would make this special,’ said Richard, ‘what would make this different, would be for Rob to sit in front of you and watch your face while I’m having your arse.’
‘Ooh, no,’ wailed Lucy. ‘Please.’
But Rob was there, kneeling down in front of the stool, and his smile was more encouraging than cruel. He put his hands on top of hers, holding her there.
‘You can do this,’ he said. ‘Do it for me. And Richard,’ he added swiftly. Lucy had to assume that Richard had just given him A Look.
‘Sometimes I don’t let her come after a punishment,’ said Richard. ‘For the rest of the day. She hates that. Don’t you, Lucy?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Anal sex is best for that, I find. OK.’
He removed his fingers and she heard him getting rid of the lower portion of his clothing.
Rob, his eyes furtive, gave her a swift kiss on the lips.
‘Good girl,’ he whispered.
For some reason, this made her feel even more exposed and small. Rob approved of her having anal sex with another man in front of him. She really was in a foreign place, away from all the cosy concepts of love and romance she’d grown up with.