The instant he removed the binding from her mouth and hands, she whispered fiercely, “What is this? Why are we here?”
“To relieve you of your innocence.”
His reply sent a tingle over her skin. Before she could argue that she wasn’t a naïve chit—that she’d run a household, raised a family—he placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the wall. He slid one of the panels open. Emma blinked as a glowing hole appeared, her breath catching as the sounds took on a human quality.
“You wanted to know the truth, Miss Kent. Have a look... if you dare.”
Not one to back down from a challenge, she leaned forward.
A wave of shock crashed over her.
The room was cell-like, starkly furnished with only a plain wooden bench and a table next to it. A fully dressed blond gentleman sat upon the bench whilst a brunette lay on her belly across his lap... and she didn’t have a single stitch of clothing on! Emma swallowed as the man smoothed a tanned hand over the pale hills of the woman’s bottom.
“Have you been a wicked girl?” he said.
“Yes, sir,” the lady replied in a breathy, cultured voice.
“Do you deserve to be punished?”
“If it pleases you, sir.”
Calmly, the man reached to the table next to him. Emma made out an array of odd implements upon its surface. He selected an object... a paddle? In a swift motion, he brought it down against the woman’s backside. The loudslapmade Emma jerk back in response.
Her back collided with Strathaven, her pulse leaping wildly at the contact. She was acutely aware of his rock-hard frame caging her, his spicy scent curling in her nostrils. Her fingernails dug desperately into her palms as the sounds of slapping flesh filled the chamber.
Breathe. Remain calm.
“Keep watching,” he murmured.
Shivering at the brush of his breath against her ear, Emma saw that the woman was writhing on the man’s lap now. Her face conveyed not pain, Emma registered with confusion, but... pleasure? How could that be? The lady was being abused, was she not?
“Oh, yes, spank me harder, sir!” the lady cried. “Don’t stop. I’m almost there!”
Shewishesto be spanked?
As the brunette’s cries grew in volume and desperation, Emma became keenly aware of her own physical state. Her limbs were quivering, and sweat trickled beneath her bodice, slickening the valley between her breasts, the tips of which had stiffened, throbbing like pulse points. She felt giddy, lightheaded—not like herself at all.
She trembled when Strathaven’s hands closed around her upper arms. He steered her toward the next viewing panel; like one caught in a dream, Emma peered through the revealed hole. Air whooshed from her lungs as she struggled to put two disparate and equally shocking facts together.
First, she was looking into a dungeon.
Second, the people within it were taking part in a wild bacchanal.
The chamber had iron bars in place of walls, and its scantily clad occupants were enthusiastically engaged in debauchery. If Emma had thought that growing up around farms and livestock had given her a general idea of the sexual act, then in that one astonishing instant she was provenwrong. Like a veil, her innocence was ripped away, and she stared at the writhing bodies through wide, disbelieving eyes. Her heart jammed in her throat as her gaze flitted around the cage...
Oh. My. Goodness.
Her cheeks blazed as she beheld the first human phallus she’d ever seen in the flesh. A shirtless man sat upon a wooden chair, his member thrusting upward from the opening in his black buckskins like a crimsonflagpole. If that wasn’t shocking enough, he held a black leather strap, which was attached to the matching collar worn by the naked blonde kneeling between his muscular thighs.
When he tugged, the woman gave him a saucy wink and shuffled closer on her knees. She bent her head. Dizzily, Emma watched as the blonde slowly licked up and down the turgid column of flesh before swirling her tongue over the mushroomed dome.
“Suck it,” the man commanded, “Swallow my cock.”
The blonde’s mouth opened obediently, his member disappearing betwixt her lips...
Heart palpitating, Emma tore her gaze away, only to have it land on three—Good God,four?—undulating bodies. A woman was on all fours, bookended by two men. The one behind her was on his knees, his expression salacious as he pumped his manhood into her. The one in front lay on his back, the woman’s head bobbing over his groin. Emma couldn’t see his face because another woman was sitting upon it, grinding her hips and rubbing her breasts...
Sweat misted over Emma’s brow as her eyes shifted to an auburn-haired lady. Her wrists were bound above her head to the iron bars. She stood, her breasts quivering, a black silk blindfold covering her eyes. A man strode over, his fleshy member aimed at her like a lance. Without further ado, he grabbed one of her thighs, hitching it over his hip. The muscles of his buttocks flexed as he entered her in a deep thrust, and the redhead moaned, “Oh,yes. Fuck me harder. Make me beg for mercy...”
