Sharae watched as Preston inspected the fifth whip Angel brought to him. He shook his head. “No. I think the first one you had will do after all. Go get that one."
Angel huffed ever so slightly, then obediently turned and hopped out of the room.
“She's such a good little slut most of the time. I almost like it when she makes me angry. The little things she does to get back in my good graces are so exquisite,” Preston said thoughtfully. “Angel is definitely one of a kind."
Sharae wasn't sure if she was supposed to respond so she kept quiet. Her mind was in a state of confusion. She was so horny she couldn't stand it; the rope pressing into her crotch was driving her nuts. She kept tugging on it slightly, stimulating herself surreptitiously.
Suddenly Preston was next to her. She gasped as she felt the yank on the crotchrope, driving it further into her pussy. “Sharae,” he whispered in her ear. “Don't come."
She held her breath, as the urge for release overwhelmed her. Preston continued working the rope and his own fingers into her moist folds. Her lower lip trembled in concentration as she fought the battle within her. And lost. She gasped again and a soft moan escaped her lips. Preston chuckled.
“You know I'll punish you for that.” His voice was deep and soft. Sensual. It sent shivers down her spine.
She nodded. “Yes,” she heard herself saying. “Please punish me.” Without thinking about it, she repeated the words Angel had uttered.
Angel hobbled back into the room. At the door she paused, observing Preston and Sharae, and their closeness. She glared at Sharae, then turned and offered the flogger to Preston.
Preston set the whip aside and untied her arms. “Well done, Angel.” His voice was cold. “Now strip."
Angel unclasped her black velvet bra, shook it off her shoulders and tossed it aside. The matching panties went next, falling across Angel's ankle ropes.
Sharae shuddered in excitement as she gazed upon Angel's naked form. She remembered the passionate lovemaking they'd shared and wondered if Preston would allow that to happen again.
Preston stood behind Angel. He reached around and cradled her breasts. While he kneaded them he turned to Sharae, “You like these, don't you?"
Sharae watched as he fondled his slavegirl. “Yes,” she murmured.
“You're such a slut, Sharae."
She quivered at his words, knowing it was true. She wanted this life more than she'd ever wanted anything before. She knew Preston would be good to her. She saw the love between Preston and Angel and she wanted to be part of it.
Angel whimpered as Preston withdrew his hands. He leaned down and cut her panties off with his pocketknife, tossing them aside. He picked up a coil of rope and tied one end around Angel's wrist, then made her bend her arm so her hand rested on her shoulder. He wrapped it around her upper arm and wrist and cinched it down tight. He did the same to her other arm. When he was done, she looked as if she were pretending to be a bird, with her folded arms as wings.
Sharae watched Angel test her bonds, then stole a glance at Preston. She lowered her head, as she felt the urgent tingling again in her loins. She bit her lip and fought the orgasmic reaction.
Preston grinned at her, then without another word, he lifted the flogger above his head. Sharae jumped at the sound of leather hitting flesh.
Angel jumped too, instinctively trying to hop away from the source of her torment.
“Stand still, slut. And count it off."
“Uhhhn,” Angel cried out through her mouth-filling gag. She added the gag-talk equivalent of “More, please.” Preston obliged, delivering several more blows to her ass and back while Angel counted them off. Sharae could see Angel's body trembling as she fought to stand still. Vivid red welts began to cover her skin.
Preston paused and looked at Sharae. “You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Sharae just stared at him, not knowing how to voice her feelings.
“You don't have to answer. I already know,” he said, laughing. He turned his attention back to his slave girl. “Turn to face me, Angel. Yes, just like that. Perfect. Now, I want you to watch every stroke as it lands.” He caressed her body with the leather strips of the flogger while he spoke to her. “You will not flinch or shy away. Otherwise…” He let his voice trail off.
Again, the leather straps flew through the air and landed with a loud smack against Angel's skin, now glistening with sweat. Clenching her fists, she closed her eyes and flinched. A red stripe formed directly across her breasts.
Preston clucked his tongue. “I told you not to do that. Now, I'll have to add two more to your total.” Angel whined, but nodded. Her fingers clutched uselessly at the air.
The next stroke fell, and Sharae watched, amazed, as the determined redhead held still and kept her eyes open this time. The blow landed just below her breasts. Preston smiled approvingly. “Much better. How many is that?"
“Fifteen. Please, more, sir,” came Angel's muffled answer. She was now sobbing freely.
“Just six more, my pet,” said Preston.
Soon, the last stroke fell. Immediately, Angel hopped into Preston arms. Through her gag, she said, “Thank you, Master.” As Preston hugged and soothed her, Sharae wished she could feel those strong arms around her.
“You did very well,” Preston cooed to Angel, kissing her tear-streaked face. “But,” he added, pulling away from her, “your punishment's not quite done yet."