“Mind if I get a bottle of tequila?” he asked Adelaide.
“No, go ahead. You know which ones are copies, right? Take one of those.”
“I do. I’ll be right back,” he kissed her, and took the wide path around to the side of the portico so as not to interrupt the band.
The billiards and recreation room, a gift from the Lagara to the Dragaro on the day of their wedding, was to the left under the landing of the grand staircase. Two steps in and he froze on the spot with the sound of an implement cutting through the air and landing on flesh. A guttural cry. Female voice. He closed the door and took cautious steps forward until he could see the Lagara, furious curls spilled over the green felt surface, a strong hand around the back of her neck to hold her there.
Slice of air, smack of skin, her brief cry, eyes creased tightly closed. She flinched, but did not fight as she received one methodical strike after another. One hundred times, to Wonu’s count, and the implement clattered beside her. A metal pointer like any school master would have. A brutal implement at this force, having left bright red stripes on her skin. Wonu’s mouth went dry to know the pain she had just taken with such composure.
He’d had no idea…
The door behind him clacked, the bolt lock sliding into place. The hand holding her down slipped around the front of her neck to lift her part way.
“Come see, Rosaas Wonu. You have often begged to serve her sex. Come here and see what that really means.”
“Is she punished?” Wonu asked gravely, seeing the crisscross of welts across her upper back, buttocks, and down her thighs.
“Oh, no. She should have asked me first if she could perform, but I am very pleased she wants to sing for the people. I love to watch her and hear her. A whipping first has been our ritual for quite some time. It makes her hot and wet for me. Her puss will throb relentlessly. Especially if I do this.”
His hand disappeared between her parted thighs, under her knee length dress, and she keened a loud howl. Wetness shot from her to spray onto the floor, ran down the insides of her thighs. Wonu felt an internal heat like never before.
“Adelaide likes some rough treatment,” Hades said. “She likes some spank and a little of the rod. But my horny Immaculate is a more eager whipping post than any Gethinian slave you’ve ever watched. Aren’t you my horny cunt?”
“For you, Hades,” she managed to gasp.
“She hears nothing right now except the words I think to her. She sees nothing, eyes closed under my command. She doesn’t know you are here.”
His hand slid over her welted back as he lay her down again. He bent over to kiss her shoulder blade, fingers reaching into her skin to pull her wing shafts up. Her groan was low and loud, nipples bursting erect. Hades’ hands stroked firm around the bases, back and forth repeatedly.
“I hold her life in my hand. Literally,” he said, putting her down and pressing her wings into her until they were gone. “I can do absolutely anything I want to her and she will meet me there eagerly every time. I could drop her in the middle of ten men and she would wear them out long before she was satisfied. I could whip her for hours for a paying audience. Or I can rape her right here for an audience of one.”
Cock out, he impaled her ass in one piston of a thrust with both hands holding her tight to the green felt by her wing roots. She screeched and cried out, and, to Wonu’s astonishment, lifted herself onto her toes for more and tried to fuck him back.
“She is single-minded in her lust,” Hades said, and smacked the side of her welted thigh a blisteringly hard strike with his flattened hand. “A thing you did not experience those few days alone with her.”
She had yelped with the spank, tried to push up onto her forearms for better leverage. Hades came with a pummeling drive and a sharp groan. Cock back in his pants, he picked her up with an arm under her chest and another under her hips. He carried her, limp and breathless, to the nearest sofa and placed her to rest with her back to the room. Her pipe on its arm, he kissed her cheek.
“Sit with her,” he told Wonu. “She’ll be upright in a few minutes and ready to toke her pipe. Think on this: If you want to tend the welts and ease her lust, you will only ever be her slave. If you want to whip her more and keep her always in the greatest of need for her Masters, only then can you hope to rise to a position of authority within the Immaculate’s life.”
He walked out, door locking again behind him. Wonu sat opposite her, palm over his mouth, and digested what he had seen. What he still saw. Her back was thickly welted with yellow and red stripes. Ten minutes and she drew a sudden and long breath in through her nostrils. She pushed up, eyes snapping open, breasts swinging. Arms through the cap sleeves of her white dress, she was covered enough that no one would know. She saw him over her shoulder, eyes so like a vixen.
“Enjoy the show?” she taunted.
From Dream On, the 10th volume of my Kingdom Key series.
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About the Author
TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene.
She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and twenty six fiction books that you can find on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2
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She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.