Moments later, Linc emerged, naked except for skin pants, the bulge in front unmistakable. He took her face in his hands and kissed her.
“What’s happening?”
“He’s using a switch.”
She shivered.
“She has slave piercings in her nipples. I don’t think it’s her first whipping.”
“Slave piercings,” she said, cupping her own breasts. “Really?”
“Thicker gold rings than yours. He hooked a chain to them.” Linc’s hand brushed hers away so he could tug on her nipple, elongating it until her breath caught. “There’s a round mirror on a stand near the head of the bench so he can see her reaction every time the switch lands.”
From within the room, the princess cried out hoarsely, “Please. No more.”
Giss leaned closer to hear the response.
“There’s not much left. Are you sure you want to switch to something else,” the lord said in a calm voice, so smooth and low that it was almost comforting.
“Evston, no.”
“You know better than to use my first name in here, pet.”
“Sir, please. I’m so sorry,” she said between shaking sobs. “Please? Take me into the bedroom, please?”
Giss’s stomach knotted. Would he be merciful and let her escape to whatever room she was begging for?
“I’ll come to your office without complaint,” Princess Brande said. “Every day until the season changes.”
“Mmm. I’d enjoy that, but every day visits would lead to gossip.”
Gissandre peeked around the corner, her mouth going dry at the sight of her idol stripped bare and strapped to a multi-slatted apparatus. Her lovely slim body, young and firm and perfect, was posed in bondage. Her bottom was high and striped with fiery red lines. Her breasts were stretched down by a heavy chain hooked to her nipples. Her face, so exquisite, had tears coursing down it. The rich auburn hair had been pulled back so it didn’t fall down to hide her features.
“Even like that, she’s so beautiful,” Giss whispered.
The lord’s attention was drawn to the doorway by her murmurs, and she jumped back out of sight.
“The bride’s here. Come in, girl.”
“Sir, no!” Brande said.
“And now we come to the reason for my pet’s sudden willingness to negotiate,” Lord Evston said dryly.
“What should I do?” Giss asked.
“Go in,” Linc said.
Gissandre was torn, but she did want to go into the playroom. Finally she lifted the hem of her white quilted silk gown and stepped gingerly into the room. Melsint and the commander were out on the balcony talking as they looked out over the grounds. Perhaps sparing the princess an audience of so many?
The lord opened the front of his trousers and pressed the smooth head of his cock against his wife’s lips.
“No,” Brandese murmured.
He tapped her cheek with the end of the switch. “You know better, and I’m not in the mood. Open your mouth.”
Her lip trembled and she closed her eyes, but opened her lips. Lord Evston’s elegant cock slid firmly in until he was seated to the root in the famous princess’s mouth. The girl’s face reddened, and her neck veins swelled until he pulled back slightly to allow her to breathe. She closed her lips around him and hollowed her cheeks as she sucked.
He caressed her temple with his thumb. “Better,” he said softly. “Mmm. Yes.” His fingers massaged her neck. Then as casually as if he’d been watching a screen, he turned and held out the switch to Larsinc. “So you can gauge it. And have a look at the marks for reference. I don’t suppose you’ve had cause to use an implement yet?”
