“She’s new to this, so I think we’ll start gentle,” Cole said to Adrian. “Let’s try ten open-hand spankings.”
Her mouth parted to protest, but the image in her mind of Tasha being blindfolded, bound, and gagged stopped her. Who knew what horrible things were happening to her right now?
The least Danielle could do was endure a harmless spanking. How badly could it hurt?
“Take off your panties and bend over my desk. Let’s see if Adrian can turn your ass your favorite color.”
She sucked in a large breath and slowly let it out, gathering the nerve to bare herself to these men. They’d already seen most of her, and she’d survived.
She sighed. “I should’ve said pink.”
Adrian didn’t suppress his laughter this time. Cole, on the other hand, didn’t appear amused, his lips tightened into a straight line. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that, but in the future, back talk will result in additional punishment, brat.”
A brat? Her? He really didn’t know her at all. No one here did.
And that’s when it hit her. Here at Benediction, she was a blank slate. She could be whomever she wanted. For the first time in her life, it was safe to surrender to her secret desires.
She rose from the chair and crossed to stand in front of the fireplace. As the fire warmed her skin, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her legs. Both men tracked her movements, making her feel as though she was on display.
Hanging the scrap of lace on her finger, she waved it back and forth before it fluttered to the carpet. Cole and Adrian stared at her hairless pussy with lust in their eyes.
Infused with a sense of power she’d never known, she stepped out of the shadows of the fireplace and moved to the desk. She laid her chest on the desk, the position making her hyperaware of the restrictive boning of the corset. With her ass to Adrian, she rested her cheek on the cool, smooth wood so she could still see Cole.
His gaze burned into her. “Danielle, I want you to count each spank out loud.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, hoping she wasn’t supposed to call him Master.
Anticipating the first blow, she held her breath and closed her eyes. Adrian settled his hand low on her spine and pressed as if holding her in place. As soon as she realized that was exactly the point, he smacked her left bottom cheek, the force of it sliding her forward and the sting of it causing tears.
“One,” she whispered, her voice cracking. No way could she take nine more of these without bursting into tears.
“Danielle,” Cole said softly. “Look at me.”
Compelled by the gentleness in his voice, she opened her eyes. Cole’s pupils swallowed his brown irises, giving him the look of a man who was about to lose control. Because of her. She didn’t know how or why. All she knew was she liked it.
Cole gestured to Adrian, and the slave slapped her again, this time on the right side.
“Two,” she said, maintaining eye contact with Cole. For each subsequent blow, she counted, her voice steady and strong. It still hurt. Her ass and upper thighs stung like she’d sat on hot summer asphalt. Clearly, she wasn’t a masochist. But rather than focus on it, she watched as Cole’s eyes grew hooded. Watched as his breathing turned shallow and rapid and his throat worked over a swallow.
And in turn, he watched her equally as intently, as if he saw straight into her soul.
Her pussy throbbed, her vaginal muscles clenching and releasing, a pressure building low in her belly. By the time she counted to ten, her entire lower half pulsated with heat.
“Adrian, check if she’s aroused,” Cole said almost in a growl.
The slave slid his hand down her ass and all too briefly brushed his fingers through the folds of her pussy before removing his hands from her body altogether. “Yes, Master. She’s extremely wet.”
“Do you want an orgasm, Danielle?”
“Yes, sir. Please,” she begged, her hips canting backward in a shameless attempt to cajole Adrian into touching her.
“Bring her to me,” Cole ordered, the deep timbre of his voice almost bringing her to climax.
With a hand on her waist and one on her shoulder, Adrian led her to Cole.
He yanked her down to his lap, facing her outward, and then banded one arm above her breasts and one arm around her middle, securing her to him. “Spread your thighs and hook your feet behind my legs.” Without a thought, she obeyed, exposing her pink, swollen folds to the blond slave who stared at her with sexual interest as he licked his lower lip. “Adrian, on your knees. Hands clasped behind your back. Use only your mouth. For every minute it takes to make her come, I’ll tack on another minute to your cock torture.”