After brushing his knuckles down my face to my arm, he led me to one of the odd benches. “We’ll get the discipline over with. Then if you’re good, you’ll be rewarded. But you’ll need to trust me.”
He’d floated the word out there at the oddest moment. It didn’t fit with what was happening. Questions were on the tip of my tongue until another stern look was all the reminder I needed.
Now wasn’t the time to question anything. He expected me to go along with what was required. A testing of the goods, yes, but I sensed there was much more. Then it came to me. Lucifer was mindful of anyone allowed into his repulsive community, so tests were performed.
If either one of us failed, the outcome could prove to be… Dangerous. Or worse.
This was crazy. I was in a nightmare. That was the only conclusion I could come to as to why I was as calm as I was. Yetas he guided me over the awkward sized bench, another wave of fear spooled with the remaining tingles of desire. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t some undercover agent who knew how to both emotionally and mentally handle something like this.
I was just a teacher trying to find my sister. My entire adult life had been about following rules, teaching right from wrong to my students along with developing a literary appreciation for magnificent stories.
I’d never had a parking ticket. I’d never broken the law to the best of my knowledge. I was a good girl who read about adult fantasies. I didn’t live them.
Unable to stop shaking, I bit my bottom lip to keep from making a single sound. Not just to give Hunter some sense of satisfaction, doing so would provide Lucifer and his horrible members with a round of pure entertainment.
Lightheaded once again, I didn’t bother fighting as I was shackled to the bench, my butt higher than my forearms and knees. As soon as I was, he rolled his fingers down my spine, touching every bone as if memorizing them.
Flames flicked in my stomach, wild and hot from his touch alone. After he finished exploring inches of my body, he trailed his fingers with the flogger, draping the leather strips down my skin.
I hadn’t been prepared for the whooshing sound or the lurch of my stomach muscles when the leather was smacked across my bottom. There was no flash of pain, just a strange sense of floating somewhere outside my body. I fisted my hands, twisting my arms against the tight restraints.
There was no budging, no way of freeing myself. Maybe that was the moment I realized I was completely helpless. Now I truly struggled, trying to catch my breath as the horror of what was happening rolled through me again. The yin and yang of feeling such helplessness followed by a sick sense of desire pushed me into an altered state.
He brought the flogger down again, only this time I felt not only pain in my bottom but also tearing down the back of my legs.
“Oh…” Once again, I bit my lip, fighting tears this time.
His deep breaths sounded exaggerated. I thought for certain he’d enjoy what he was doing, humiliating me in front of God knows who while satisfying at least one of his sadistic cravings.
After another three or four strikes against my bottom, heat exploded on the surface of my skin. I jerked up as much as the restraints would allow, taking gasping breaths. The lightheadedness had returned, but there was something else even more terrifying than being punished.
I was wet. The sticky feeling between my legs was as unnerving as the harsh punishment. Even the scent floating over me was getting under my skin.
He took his time caressing my skin, rolling the tips of his fingers from one side of my bottom to the other. But he didn’t waste much time, resuming the spanking seconds later. While the punishment was painful, I knew from everything I’d seen and heard that it could be so much worse.
With every snap of his wrist, my body stiffened, but juice slowly slipped down both thighs.
The sense of being lost was slowly being replaced with something else altogether. A need to feel his cock pressed against my pussy.
No. Hell, no.
I couldn’t handle the thoughts running through my mind, turning instead to concentrating on the pain as Hunter doled out four more strikes. I wiggled on the bench, fighting moans and images, crawling into a safe place to wash the horror away.
Three more strikes and suddenly, it was over, the flogger tossed aside.
I finally closed my eyes, thankful the horrible experience was over.
Then, feeling the touch of his hand, I was able to take a deep breath. At least now I could leave. Everything ached as he unshackled me, gathering me into his arms as if he really cared.
“Just leave me alone,” I managed, my eyes opening wide when realizing I’d gone against the rules.
He raked his hand down my chest, pinching my nipple between his fingers. “I suggest you learn your place.”
“Yes, sir.” My comment was said more for the people watching, yet the tone was less than conciliatory. “What now?”
“Now, I’m given the joy of tasting the merchandise to ensure I’m satisfied.”
The words slowly sank in. The test included him being required to fuck me, although I doubted that he would have any issue with doing so. Backing away, a single tear slipped past my lashes,slowly trickling down my cheek. I dared not wipe it away for fear they’d start in earnest.
