“All right. Don’t keep your masters waiting,” he said, turning and walking out.
She glanced at Evston, who was leaning against the doorway. “Can I refuse?”
He nodded. “I’ll talk to him,” he said, turning.
“Wait,” she said, getting up. “I can play. Just this one last time since he did help keep me safe during that party, and Mels is away and he seems to have his heart set on playing.”
“Very generous of you, pet,” Evston said.
She wrinkled her nose, taking note of just how quickly her future husband slipped back into the role of lord and master.
When she emerged, she found Rocurt had removed his shirt. There was a bandage wrapped tight around his shoulder.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Took fire in the fight.”
“Did you—are you all right?”
He nodded.
“Did you arrest the criminals?”
“I dealt with them,” he said.
“Ah. Even better, I suppose. Well done.”
He shook his head. “You can congratulate me like a princess some other time. Drop that sheet and come here.”
She studied the apparatus near him.
“What is that?” she asked, hesitating as she looked at the straps dangling down.
“Come and see,” Rocurt said with a small smile that she did not trust in the least.
“It’s a padded spanking bench, which you should recognize,” Evston said.
“Why should she?” Rocurt asked.
“Because she rode one at the assessment center while I disciplined her.”
“I don’t care for being strapped down,” she said, just before the commander plucked her off the floor.
Evston stepped on the sheet, so that it was pulled away from her body. Rocurt placed her face down on the bench. She tried to rise up, but he put a big palm against her upper back and prevented it.
“That’s enough. Be a good girl.”
She tried to slide off, but he held her in place as Evston restrained her. Then the bench was tipped so her bottom was the highest part of her. She knew her moist and pouting lower lips were clearly visible in her current position.
“She’s quite rebellious. What do you say to a peppered plug?” the commander.
“I’d prefer feathered ginger root.”
Rocurt chuckled. “Want me to cut it?”
“No, you worked last night. Enjoy yourself. I’ll take care of it.”
Rocurt walked around the bench, and she found that he was now nude. He gripped his cock in his big fist and rubbed it against her lips. Things low in her body fluttered.
