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“Your ability to create a criss-cross pattern over her breasts is rather impressive.” Victor sipped his drink, his awful eyes slithering over me.
“Thanks.” Slashing the flogger through the air, Henri grinned. “I rather like this gift. Where did you say you got it from?”
“A little shop in Hungary.”
“Kinky Hungarians.” Henri smirked.
“I agree.” Victor laughed. “I have a couple who visit, and they’re definitely rather ingenious with what they get up to.” Finishing his drink, he ordered, “Now, finish whipping her and fuck her if you must. I need to kick you out. I’ve had a long day of meetings and need to get some rest.”
Strolling to where Rachel kneeled by his bed, Victor snapped his fingers. “Actually, you know what?” He grinned. “I think a quick nightcap would help me sleep. Don’t you agree, my pet?”
Rachel kept her chin low. “Yes, Sir V.”
“Good girl.” Placing his glass on his side table, he unbuckled his slacks and let them drop to the floor. Victor never seemed to wear underwear, his cock long and hard. Lying on top of the bedding, he fluffed up a pillow behind his head, then grabbed the base of himself. “Ride me, my sweetling. I’m feeling rather lazy tonight.”
“Yes, Sir V.” Climbing to her feet, Rachel gave me a quick look before getting on the bed and settling herself over Victor’s hips.
Henri stiffened. His hands throttled the flogger as we both watched Rachel position herself over Victor’s erection and sink down.
Victor gave a thick groan, his hands landing on her hips. Looking at me bound to his four-poster, he licked his lips. “Actually, do fuck her before you go, Henri. I want to watch.”
My stomach plummeted.
Henri sighed heavily.
And the flogger caught me a final time as if Henri struck without control, his frustration at having to perform like circus animals bleeding through.
The pain and heat of the swat feathered over my abused skin until my nipples turned into diamonds, and the trickle of desire slipped farther down my inner thigh.
I no longer tried to stop myself from reacting this way.
No longer argued with what my body wanted and desired.
Henri was what I desired. And the pain he gave me was always bittersweet.
“Of course, Vic.” Henri tossed the flogger onto the bed and stepped into me. Grabbing my jaw, he tipped my head back. The hook holding my shackled wrists jangled as he pressed his body against mine. His fingers pinched into my cheeks, holding me violently and possessively, yet his eyes glowed just for me.
I need you. His heart whispered to mine. I need you to show me you’re okay.
Every night before he took me.
Every scene we played and every nightmare he delivered, he always asked before he fucked me.
Surrendering into his savage hold, I sucked in a breath and hissed, “Fuck you for ever making me think you were different.”
His eyes snapped closed; his nostrils flared.
When his gaze opened again, his utmost gratitude flared with absolute corruption.
“Aw, don’t be like that, little nightmare.” With trembling hands, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. “I never hid who I was. In fact, I remember telling you that I’d be the worst friend you’d ever had.”
“One day, I’ll make you pay for this.” I did my best to hide how my heart flurried as his hands landed on his hips and shoved his boxer-briefs to mid-thigh.
His body.
His beautiful, perfect body.
