the basement room, and Grace tensed. She’d hated the shadowy darkness and claustrophobic atmosphere there. Two long couches were in the middle of the room, and the twins swiftly stripped the two contestants of their clothes before pushing them toward the beds.
“You must both lie on your backs, and keep your eyes open during this trial,” said David. “We will draw lots for who is to make love to each of you. As he does, you must keep perfectly still, moving only when you’re moved by your partner, never visibly or verbally responding to what’s being done to you. You must behave as though you’ve been drugged, and are totally helpless, and can only climax after your partner. Such self-control is needed by anyone who believes they are suitable to be in charge of the Dining Club.
“However, before we begin, Amber will receive her punishment for this morning’s outburst. Andrew will administer that.”
Amber stepped forward, looking mutinous. Watching her, Grace knew that no slave girl should ever look like that, which boosted her confidence.
Andrew ordered Amber to kneel on all fours, then trailed a leather strap the length of her spine, so that her slender figure began to quiver. Grace watched wide-eyed as the strap fell with considerable force across Amber’s buttocks, and the blonde woman gave a cry of pain.
Swiftly and dispassionately, Andrew let the strap fall three more times, leaving four clear and separate red lines on her golden skin, and then he moved the strap underneath her, pulling the ends up tightly above her back, trapping her breasts beneath it.
The watching Grace realized that Amber was now trembling with excitement, not distress. “Don’t come,” said Andrew, “or you’ll be punished again. Now apologize.”
He was twisting the ends of the strap, so that Amber’s breasts were squashed hard against her body, yet still she seemed to find it impossible to utter the words required of her.
“You have ten more seconds to apologize,” said David, standing watching in the shadows. “If you don’t, the challenge will be over.”
“I’m very sorry,” said Amber quickly. Andrew released her, but neither her expression nor her tone of voice had made the apology seem sincere. However, as she was clearly aroused by the punishment, Grace hoped this would be to her advantage.
As the two of them lay on the couches, the men drew lots, then Grace heard someone approaching her. She waited anxiously to discover who had drawn her name. With eyes wide open as instructed, she didn’t dare turn her head, but then sensed a figure standing beside her.
“Time to begin,” said a familiar voice, and she realized that it was David who would decide her fate. David, who knew her body so well, and wouldn’t hesitate to use that in order to make things even more difficult for her. Keeping her gaze fixed on the low ceiling she waited for him to begin.
The silence in the room only added to the tension as his hands roamed over her shoulders, skimming the sides of her neck and then moving down the insides of her arms. She tried not to think about what was happening, but it was impossible. When he lay down naked next to her she longed to wrap her arms round him, but all she could do was lie motionless.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, tracing patterns round her breasts. “And so wonderfully responsive as well.” Lowering his head he licked beneath her armpits, and she struggled to keep still. With diabolically cruel slowness he covered her whole body with butterfly kisses, then dipped his tongue into the tiny dent of her belly button. This always made her body jerk with rising passion, but she switched her mind to Fran’s furious response when she’d let her down and slowly the reaction to his caresses faded.
Moving down her body he opened her unresisting legs, parted her outer sex lips and let his tongue move up and down the damp, aroused flesh beneath. It was impossible to stop her body from
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