her the right.” If his teeth clenched any tighter, they’d shatter. “Let’s get this over with.”
He stalked down the hall and into the bedroom.
“Why didn’t you tell me you would get to do this, not him?” Rosie snapped.
“You have to trust me on this, Rosie. It’s for Sam’s own good.”
“Sam’s good? I’m the one whose ass is about to get flogged.”
“All part of your training, my dear. Now you’d better follow him before he completely loses his patience and doubles your punishment.” Thalia signaled to Spencer to take his position behind her chair.
Her heart beating so fast and so loud she could hear the whooshing of blood in her ears, Rosie followed them to the bedroom. If she’d been facing just Sam, she knew she’d be running to follow him, as horny as hell. But knowing it would be Thalia wielding the whip, her confidence fled so quickly she was surprised they hadn’t heard a sonic boom.
Sam stood in the walk-in closet, the panel hiding his secret room wide open.
“Come here.”
Hoping her legs wouldn’t give out and betray her nervousness, Rosie strode into the room. When he snorted, she realized she’d made a mistake by not acting surprised at the room’s existence.
He pointed to the bench. “Kneel down on the lower part of the bench then grab the handles on the other end.”
“Yes, Master.” Wiping her palms on her thighs, she followed his instructions so she ended up in the same position Spencer had been earlier.
Leaning over her, Sam adjusted her so her ass was even higher in the air, then firmly fastened the leather restraints around her legs and wrists, along with a strap over her waist. There was no way she could move if she’d wanted to. Which probably a good thing because she was beginning to shake.
Satisfied she couldn’t move, he opened the cabinet containing the floggers and stepped aside so Thalia could choose from the selection.
“She’s never been flogged before so I have no idea what level of pain she can take.” His voice was flat. Cold.
The shaking in her legs increased.
“She’ll take what is administered,” Thalia replied calmly. “Spencer, we’ll use the deerskin.”
Rosie jerked against her bindings. Would Thalia be administering her flogging? Or Spencer? Crap. Once she’d seen his reaction, she hadn’t held back that afternoon. Would he try to return the favor? Would Thalia be any less forgiving? Between the two of them she knew she didn’t stand a chance.
Sam returned, crouching down so she could see his face. “You are so in over your head, baby, and I can’t help you. Just remember, if it gets too much, don’t be afraid to use your safe word. But once you use it, the scene is ended. Completely. And you’ll be sleeping alone tonight.”
She had a feeling that, with or without the safe word, he’d never allow her to try another scene again. Why hadn’t Thalia told her what administering Spencer’s punishment meant? She wanted Sam to be the one punishing her. Wanted him holding the whip, not Spencer. Not even Thalia.
“How many stripes did you give Spencer, Princesa?” he asked quietly.
“Ten. I was supposed to give him twenty but I chickened out.” Because it had made her too horny, but suddenly she didn’t want to admit that to him.
He winced. “Damn it, Rosie, that means Thalia can give you ten tonight, and you only deserve a third of that. Why in hell did you leave the office area when I specifically told you not to?”
Because she’d trusted Thalia. Something she wasn’t going to do again any time soon. And gave her somewhere else to look in her hunt for the stalker. Maybe despite Thalia’s insistence that she didn’t hold Sam to blame, there was a lingering resentment.
“I’m sorry. I wish it was you giving me the punishment.”
Oh boy, did she wish it was him. With him she knew she’d come with no problem. With him, she’d be begging him for more.
“Do you wish your slave to be ball gagged, Samuel?” Thalia called.
“No. If she wants to use her safe word, I want to be able to hear it. And she’s not my slave.”
“Has she any device inside her that will stimulate her?”
“No.”
There was a pause. Then the sound of a drawer sliding open. “Use this one.” Was she choosing a different flogger? One that would hurt more, or less?
Two seconds later, she jumped when someone touched her labia. Her face flamed that Spencer might have touched her so intimately.
“Sam?”
“It’s all right, baby, it’s me.” Something cool pressed against her labia, and slid deep inside her vagina. Shoot. Another dildo. A big one. Hopefully this one wouldn’t vibrate, her inner tissues were still sensitive from the orgasm she’d just had. But who had inserted it.
Sam smoothed a hand over her behind before stepping back into her sight.
“Now that she’s ready,” Thalia said, “we shall begin.”
Rosie jerked against the restraints at the sound of a flogger striking something. She waited for the burn on her ass, but none came.
As if sensing Rosie’s rising panic, Sam placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. “Stop trying to psyche her out, Thalia. Just get it over with. You’ve got ten lashes. No more.”
He knelt down so she could see his face, putting his hand over hers. “Look at me, baby. I’m right here.”
As soon as he’d finished speaking, the flogger snapped across her ass. She let fly a curse. Damn, it stung more than when Sam had spanked her. She scrunched her eyes closed as the flogger cracked through the air again.
Sam’s fingers tightened slightly on hers. “Open your eyes, Rosebud. It’ll help you concentrate on something other than the pain in your ass.”
The flogger struck again. Strangely enough the pain changed to heat that radiated from her ass to her pussy. It got worse when Sam let go of her hands and slipped his hand beneath her, teasing her nipples. When he tugged on them sharply, the sensation shot straight down to her core and had her moaning. Her hips writhed beneath the third punishing strike. Her thigh muscles trembled, clenching together, the dildo exciting her already inflamed sheath. Wow, now she understood Spencer’s reaction.
She bit the inside of her cheek to try and distract herself from the impending orgasm.
No, she wouldn’t come. She wouldn’t come when the attention didn’t come from Sam. That was for Sam. Only Sam.
The flogger hit for a fourth time. Then a fifth.
Oh, God, she couldn’t hold back. She needed to come. But she didn’t want to get off knowing it was someone else administering her punishment. “Sam?”
“It’s all right, baby. Just let yourself feel it.” He was further away now. Standing beside Spencer?
Another punishing strike that had her barely able to hold back her orgasm.
“Sam? I have to come, please, Sam. I don’t want to do it for anyone but you.”
She cried out when the leather harness holding the dildo in place was removed and again when the dildo itself slid from her body. Oh, God, was this part of her punishment to feel so empty?
The flat of a hand cracked against her already heated cheek, then quickly hit the other. And then she felt warmth against her thighs, and a blunt object, a cock, slid into her pussy in one smooth stroke. Tears ran down her face as she struggled against the straps, struggled against her body’s internal need to clench around the cock no matter whose it was, to milk it dry.
“No. Oh, please, no. I want Sam. Only Sam.”
“It is me, baby,” Sam said from behind her. “Thalia and Spencer left.”
Before he’d finished speaking, conscious thought took flight and her body responded, her head arching back and her body tightening around him, milking him as he pumped into her.
Sam bent over Rosie, holding himself up on shaking arms. He’d been so angry that Thalia had insisted on the game. But he was also grateful. If Rosie had changed her mind, if she’d used her safe word, she’d remember Thalia
