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    â€˜Her bottom?’ he coaxed. ‘And what exactly did he make you do to her bottom? Did he make you lick it? Or finger it, perhaps?’
    Gabrielle nodded, her eyes closed, squeezing back the tears that beaded and glistened on her lashes.
    â€˜Come along, my dear…’ he insisted, ‘tell me everything.’
    â€˜H-he made me use my tongue,’ she gasped, ‘and – and then a finger while he…’
    â€˜Fucked her?’ finished Verity, hugely excited by the scene the delicious tied girl was describing. He looked back at Tom kneeling over the girl, one supporting leg straight and the other knee on the seat of the sofa, his jeans open as he masturbated frantically over her, and then groaned and gazed up at the ceiling as he erupted over her suspenders and smoothly shaven sex mound. ‘Your husband is a man after my own heart,’ said Verity, with a smile. ‘Perverted to the maximum and delicately sadistic.’
    â€˜Will you let me go now?’ asked Gabrielle. Her arms were numb after so long tied to the bed. The excitement she had felt earlier had dissipated. She wanted a shower or, even better, a soak in a fragrant bath of hot water to ease the aches from her body, and most of all, she wanted the strange intruders out of their room.
    Verity shook his head and gave her another confident smile. ‘Not unless that’s what your husband wants. He tied you – it’s for him to decide when to untie you. Not me.’
    Gabrielle watched as he put down the flail, and watched as he reached into a pocket of his immaculate jacket to draw out a small roll of notes. Then standing up he let them fall onto her tummy, one by one, making her skin quiver as each one tickled her sensitized flesh. She saw Tom’s eyes glint with greed as he looked over and noticed the shower of notes kissing her pale skin.
    â€˜Do you want her untied, Tom?’ asked Verity.
    Tom was already standing, the lovely blonde forgotten, fumbling with his zipper to fasten his faded jeans.
    â€˜Maybe,’ he said hesitantly, shrugging, ‘if she doesn’t fool with my plans for the casino tonight.’ He moved like a man under a spell and stood beside Marshall Verity over his wife, but his wide eyes were only for the many notes scattered over her and the bed.
    Verity smiled, unnoticed, and ghosted back to regain possession of his blonde partner. ‘Thank you both for a most entertaining time,’ he said in his crisp English tones. ‘Please take my little financial gift as a thank you for your hospitality.
    â€˜Perhaps we might meet up again sometime soon.’ His eyes lingered on Gabrielle. ‘Sometime very soon.’
Chapter Two
    Gabrielle, wearing a short black dress, the only decent thing she owned, put the finishing touches to her make-up. It wasn’t easy; her eyes were still a little puffy from the tears she had shed during the afternoon. Her hair fell loose to her shoulders, shining and glossy, brilliantly red against the black of the dress.
    She touched her wrists. They were still a little tender from the bonds she’d been held in. Her shoulders ached and her breasts were also a little sore. She’d not been whipped at all hard, but still hard enough for the touch of her dress to remind her constantly that the flail had been used on her.
    â€˜And if you don’t behave,’ said Tom, adjusting the tooled leather belt with the silver cow horn buckle through the loops of the fresh pair of jeans he’d put on after a shower, ‘I’ll drag you back here, tie you to the bed again, and whip your disobedient butt. Understand?’
    Gabrielle understood only too well. He was referring to his gambling. He would take no interference when engrossed in losing their money, and he would do exactly as promised if she did try to interfere.
    She watched him stuff the wad of notes that strange man had thrown over her into a back pocket of his