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him greatly. Jane loved to talk, loved to use her quick wits to

confound him. Being unable to speak would go hard on her. But

he wasn’t in the mood to be pleasant and accommodating

tonight. She’d raised the dual specters of his past and now his

body seethed with the memories, with the regrets, with the anger.

He yearned to lash out, to share his pain, his anguish... Yet hadn’t

Jane suffered alongside him? Hadn’t they ploughed parallel lines

of despair?

Minshom shook off the memories and pointed at the leather

horse. «Lie facedown on it.» He waited until Jane did what he had

asked and then strolled over to her. It took him but a moment to

readjust her position, to place her chin on the very edge of the

leather and to spread her legs so that the curve of her sex was

visible from behind. Her arms hung down on either side of the

central section.

«Cross your arms as if over your breasts.»

She complied, her palms flattened on the side of the

cylindrical shape and her fingers almost touching her shoulders.

«Hold still.»

He took several long leather ties and bound her torso and

crossed arms to the leather, kept her immobilized from neck to

hip. He walked around to where she could see him and took off

his coat and waistcoat. Her hazel eyes looked wide and

vulnerable as she watched him.

«Did I tell you that this room is open to the public?» She

blinked at him but didn’t speak. «Yes, anyone who wants can

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come in here and watch us, touch you, even fuck you if I permit

it.» «You would let another man do that to me?»

«I told you not to question me.» She sounded breathless. He

liked that slight hint of vulnerability far more than he should

have, wanted more, wanted it all. «It depends on how you

perform, my dear. How good you are at taking what I give you

without complaining.»

He trailed his fingers over her hair and down her spine,

enjoyed the way her skin rippled and responded to his touch, the

slight arch of her hips, and the catch in her breath. He let his

hand rest on her buttock and squeezed hard.

«I believe I owe you a spanking. So let’s start there, shall

Jane tried not to react as Blaize’s hand connected with her left

buttock and then returned to strike her again. The regularity and

accuracy of his strokes had her biting her lip and tensing her

muscles against the next blow. He stopped and spread his fingers

out over her heated flesh.

«Stop fighting it, Jane. Take the punishment, accept it,

embrace it. Didn’t you want that, didn’t you want to show me

how sorry you are?»

She wanted to scream at him, to ask him what the hell he was

talking about, but she’d promised not to question him hadn’t

she? She moaned as he started on her right buttock and then

alternated between the two. His voice floated over her, so calm,

so persuasive, so incredibly inviting.

«Breathe through it. Stop resisting and you’ll enjoy it.»

She closed her eyes tight and let her body sink down onto the

leather, wondering if it would help absorb the sting of the slaps.

His rhythm didn’t falter and soon it became a white and red haze

of motion behind her eyes, inside her skin.

«That’s right, Jane. Take it.»

Strange how she couldn’t feel each individual slap now, only

the tempo of the whole, the way her mound rubbed against the

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leather with each forward motion, the way her breathing had

slowed until she felt almost detached, as if she were floating in

the red molten heat.

She gasped when she felt his fingers flick over her clit and

circle her opening.

«You’re wet for me now.»

The satisfaction in his voice should’ve annoyed her, but she

could do nothing to stop him touching her, nothing to stop the

need and the wetness flowing from her over-sensitized body. It

had always been like this. Since the first day she met him she’d

wanted him, opened her legs and her heart to him without a

second thought.

She opened her eyes as he appeared in front of her, her gaze

on level with his pantaloons, the bulge of his cock all too cvi dent

in the close-fitting garment. He moved closer until the satin

brushed her lips.

«Lick it. Take me into your mouth.»

She licked at the satin, tasted his arousal seeping through the

tightly stretched fabric and tried to suck him into her mouth. She

felt a tug on her braid as he wrapped it around his fist, bringing

her head slightly farther back. She moaned as he loosened the ties

and used his other hand to play with her breasts, to pinch and

fondle until she could no longer tell if it was pleasurable

anymore, just endure the waves of sensation.

He released her braid and moved away to the far side of the

small room and opened a drawer, selected several items and

returned to her. He crouched down so that she could see his face

and held up the ornaments in his hand.

«These are for your nipples. They recreate the sensation of a

man’s teeth pulling on you.»

He pinched her right nipple between his finger and thumb

and slid the metal clamp on. Jane’s breath hissed out as the teeth

sank into her aching distended flesh. She tried to jerk backward.

Blaize cupped her skull, brought her face back to his.

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«Breathe through the pain. I’m going to do the second one

now.»

«No.»

«Don’t argue with me, Jane.»

She gasped as he ignored her and fixed the second clamp. She

focused, instead, on mastering the sharp burning ache.

Eventually, she stopped shuddering and Blaize slid a finger under

her chin.

«Don’t fight me anymore, or I will let them touch you.»

Frantically, Jane tried to look to the side. Were there other

people in the room? She’d totally forgotten about that possibility

during her struggle to deal with Blaize’s sexual games. He stood

and walked away from her and she almost panicked. Was he

leaving her?

«I will not... fight you.» she whispered.

«Good. Now I’m going to put a clamp on your clit.»

He came up behind her, his hand firm on her reddened

buttock. His fingers plucked at her clit and added the clamp and

she climaxed. She felt him slide something inside her pussy while

she was still pulsing and writhing. God, she couldn’t even ask

him what he’d done, what he’d penetrated her with. She knew

only that it wouldn’t be his cock.

She moaned as he fingered her arse and oiled her before

pushing something cold and big inside her again. Her lower body

throbbed with the double sensation of fullness, with the pinch of

the clamps and the still stinging heat from her buttocks. She felt

exposed, as if all her sensuality had been brought to the surface,

the tip of her clit, her nipples, her... God, her sex, all open, raw,

greedy and available to Blaize.

He appeared before her again, a long thin whip in one hand as

he slowly unbuttoned his pantaloons with the other. She

swallowed hard as she glimpsed the rounded metal head of the

piercing underneath the foreskin of Blaize’s cock. How would

that feel in her mouth, would it choke her?

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She had no time to think as he cupped her jaw and rubbed the

wet purple crown of his cock against her lips until they were wet

with pre-cum.

«Open your mouth, Jane.»

Helplessly, she did as he asked and he leaned into her, fed his

thick length into her mouth and headed for the back of her

throat. She could feel the hardness of the metal stud against her

tongue, but it wasn’t unpleasant. As she started to suck, she

wondered when he had decided to pierce his cock, wondered if

she’d ever get the opportunity to ask him.

Her thoughts were abruptly directed back to the present when

the whip glided over her buttocks, reigniting the earlier heat and

energy. She sucked harder as her whole body started to throb.

She wanted to scream but couldn’t make a sound around the

thick cock filling her mouth.

Was this truly what she wanted? Was this really about showing

Blaize she was sorry or was she simply satisfying her own

peculiar sexual desires? She couldn’t remember anymore, didn’t

care anymore as he came into her mouth and she climaxed so

violently her whole body convulsed as if she were being invaded

by demons.

Minshom looked down at his wife as she writhed and twisted

against her bonds. He wanted her again. Wanted to take her until

she begged him to stop, until she begged him to never stop. He

dropped the whip and eased his still half-erect cock from

between her lips. His anger had dissipated, blown away in the

salacious delights of arousing his wife, of taking her beyond her

sexual limits and making her climax for him alone.

Disturbed by the direction of his thoughts and Jane’s obvious

enjoyment of her captivity, he pushed his hair back from his face.

Jane would be leaving him soon. His current fascination with her

was just that, an interlude, a passing fancy, an urge that sexual

familiarity would soon destroy.

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He stuffed his cock back into his pantaloons and stalked

toward the door. Jane wasn’t going anywhere, and he desperately

needed to get away from her.

Robert sighed as he strained to hear Lord Minshom’s quiet

voice through the door. Lady Minshom had stopped speaking a

while ago, either gagged or otherwise occupied. Robert frowned

down at his half-erect cock. Was he jealous of Lady Minshom?

Did he truly wish to be in her place when his master was in this

kind of temper?

Robert raised his shoulders to ease the ache in his back. Ir.

truth, he’d never seen Lord Minshom in this kind of a mood over

a woman.

«Robert.»

He looked up into the familiar face of Captain David Gray

and tried to smile.

«Sir.»

«Are you waiting for someone?»

«Yes, sir. I’m waiting for Lord Minshom.»

«Like this?» Captain Gray frowned. «Where is he?»

Robert jerked his head to one side to indicate the door. «Ir.

there, sir.»

«With a new man? He left you out here while he dallies with

another man?»

«No, sir, he’s with a woman.»

Captain Gray s expression was almost comical. «A woman?»

«Yes, sir.»

A group of rowdy drunkards came down the narrow

passageway and shoved Captain Gray to one side. Robert

groaned as the Captain’s thigh connected with his exposed cock.

«God, I’m sorry, Robert.» He groaned again as the Captain’s

fingers closed around his already-throbbing shaft. «Did I hurt

you?

«No, sir, God...»

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David’s fingers stilled as his thumb brushed the wetness

oozing from Robert’s slit. He brushed at it again, swirled the tip

of his finger into the mess. He sucked his fingers into his mouth

and stared at Robert.

«I want my mouth on you, Robert.»

«I have to stay here, sir. I can’t...»

«That’s not a problem.» David slid down to his knees, hardly

an effort when his knees were already shaking. «I’ll manage.»

He closed his eyes and used his tongue and fingers to locate

Robert’s cock, shoved aside his half-open breeches and licked

him from tip to balls. Robert’s answering groan emboldened him

and he sucked each tight ball into his mouth, drew on them, until

Robert’s hips surged forward. He returned to lick Robert’s cock,

took him deep into his mouth with one swift hungry swallow.

God, he felt good. David curved one arm around Robert’s

hips to keep him close, not that the man was trying to escape

him—far from it. But he’d missed Robert’s unique taste, the

thickness of his shaft, the way he thrust himself so deeply and

urgently into David’s willing mouth as if desperate not to miss a

moment of his attentions.

«God.»

Robert’s cock bucked against the roof of David’s mouth and

he started to come, his shaft pumping hard, his hot seed pouring

down David’s throat. David felt an answering kick in his own

cock but kept his focus on Robert, denying himself satisfaction

for his lover.

He gave Robert’s shaft one last lascivious lick and got up,

found Robert staring at him, his brown eyes still hazy with lust.

David leaned in and kissed his mouth. «Thank you.»

Robert sighed. «Sir...»

«My name is David.» He glanced at the still-closed door beside

them. «And it’s all right. Minshom didn’t see anything so you

don’t have to worry.» He turned to leave and felt sick to his

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stomach when he realized he had achieved nothing except to

make himself horny and angry all over again.

«I’m not worried about myself,» Robert muttered. «I’m

worried about what he’ll do if he finds you here.»

«What else could Minshom do to me? I’ve already given him

everything he demanded, endured everything he ever threw at