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Somehow, she knew he’d follow that policy even with her. He would never allow her

to trade on their personal relationship. Inside, she was proud enough to be glad he wouldn’t.

She hoped she wasn’t the type of woman who’d trade sexual favors for a get out of jail free card.

“I said, watch.”

Almost as tense as Rosemary had to be feeling, Kaila observed as Brandon’s mouth

moved, watched Rosemary shake her head, no. She jerked, flinching, as his hand lifted, bringing the crop across Rosemary’s chest with a silent snap.

“The room is sound-proofed.” Pavel reached above Kaila and pushed a button,

activating the intercom set high on the wall. The hall filled with the sound of Rosemary’s pained cries. Kaila blinked away tears as she listened to the woman’s distress.

Sobbing wildly, Rosemary frantically removed her top, practically ripping the blouse

off. Fingers fumbling, she struggled with the clasp of her bra and seconds later, her pendulous breasts hung down, freed from the cage of old-fashioned lace and boning. The lash mark stood out bright red against her pale chest. She bent, still crying, and pushed her panties down her legs until they pooled atop the pedal pushers she’d dropped earlier.

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“Turn and lie crossways over the bed.” Brandon’s voice was harsh, his features hard, as if carved from stone. Only his eyes gleamed with sympathy as the broken, frightened woman shuffled over to the bunk, her steps small and fast, her legs hobbled by her clothes.

In the room, Brandon had moved over to the bed, to stand above Rosemary’s splayed

form. “Rosemary, your goal is to lose thirty-five pounds. I’m not going to bind you unless you force me. You’re about to receive thirty-five lashes with this crop. If you buck or turn, I’ll start over. If you put your hands back to intercept the lashes or scream at me, I’ll start over. If you get up, I’ll have Pavel come in and help me secure you to the bed and I’ll start over. Do you understand?”

She nodded her head.

He didn’t accept her answer. “In this room, I want clear, verbal answers for everything I ask you. This session is being taped and I don’t want any question later about whether you understood or not.”

“I understand!” Her voice was high, panicked, but clear. No one would later dispute,

the fact she’d been fully informed of all consequences.

“You will keep track of each lick. I’ll only proceed when you’ve called off the number.

Do you understand?”

“Yes!”

“Then begin counting…”

Listening to the two in the room brought a series of different reactions, equally

confusing to Kaila. As Pavel’s hands continued their erotic massage, working her breasts and nipples until she wanted to scream, Kaila squirmed, eyelids drooping as Brandon’s highly suggestive words struck a chord, drew it taut. In a flash, her mind’s eye saw the man kneeling between the older woman’s thighs, his tongue sweeping up the narrow channel of her vagina.

“One.”

Lick.

“Two.”

Lick.

“Three.”

Lick.

“Four! Five!” Rosemary’s voice broke. “Oh god it burns! Please stop!”

Kaila’s eyes flew open. She watched Brandon bring the flogger down across Rosemary’s

broad hips a fifth time. Those hadn’t been lips falling on willing flesh, but leather. The quaking mounds of Rosemary’s ass were striped a bright hot red. “My god, Pavel -- he’s beating her!”

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“Yes, he is. And I’ll shortly be giving you the same.” Abandoning one breast, he pushed his hand under her waistband, into the top of her panties. “But I’ll go one better. If you cry out like that over a paltry five stripes, I’ll paddle your ass so hard you won’t sit for a week.”

His wrist curved down, and two fingers scooped up her welling cream, spread it over the erect bundle of nerves sitting at the top of her vagina.

She let out a yelp and froze, terrified the room’s occupants had heard her accidental cry. She had no idea if her shout came from fear or arousal. Both were present, perhaps in equal quantity.

“The mike is one way. They can’t hear you.” Pavel whispered assurance of their

relative privacy, his tongue flitting in and all about the shell of her ear. “Only I can hear your little cries and whimpers, the moans you release as desire burns along your veins and sizzles in your cunt.”

On cue, Kaila moaned again. She was already at boiling point from the heated lash of

his thumb and fingers. God, she could feel her nerves popping as he plucked at her clit, pulling the stiff knot up and out before mashing it, grinding it against her pelvic bone.

She pumped her hips at his hand, wordlessly begging for more, whimpering in need

when he pulled his hand out of her and away, refusing her request. “Oh, I don’t think so, Miss Morgan. You’re not nearly hot enough yet.”

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Roasted Chestnuts

Only years of experience kept Pavel from groaning aloud as he played with Kaila’s clit while watching her react to Rosemary’s disciplinary session. Brandon was proving to be a typical wulf in that he’d begun enjoying his client’s spanking a bit too much. And the cub was good at it, too…landing blows not truly hard enough to harm but definitely sharp

enough to burn. Rosemary’s cheeks were bright red, but twenty lashes in -- instead of writhing in pain and flinching from the blows -- the woman was arching her butt up to receive the next spank…and the next.

The boy was a natural Dom, firmly bringing the point home, yet mixing the pain with

pleasure. The female would dread future spankings, but not so much she’d hate the trainer.

Pavel’s cock hardened at the thought of having Kaila’s naked ass stretched across his thighs, raised to receive the palm of his hand. Much as he wished he could celebrate their reunion with a bout of loving fucking, he wouldn’t be touching her this evening, not that way. Tonight, he’d warm her buns to the consistency of roasted chestnuts, teach her he wouldn’t tolerate cruelty in his mate, but tomorrow night…

He shook off his introspection, dampened his anticipation, and paid attention to what was going on in front of him.

Rosemary cried out, “Thirty-five!” and slumped across the bed, her body going lax as

Brandon administered the last spank. Pavel couldn’t tell which woman was the more

shocked -- Rosemary or Kaila -- when Brandon tossed the strap aside and sank to his knees by the bed. With an inarticulate groan, the young wulf swiped his tongue over the red welts he’d raised on Rosemary’s ass, fingers digging into her sides, holding her still as his mouth roved from the small of her back to just under the jutting curves of her full bottom.

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jawed face made him chuckle. He removed his fingers from her dripping pussy and popped them in her mouth. A belly laugh worked its way up through his chest, muffled against her neck, where he’d tucked his head. “Every staff member at Sated Pleasures performs his or her job passionately.” He laughed again when she elbowed him in the side. He subdued her, then directed her attention back to the couple in the punishment room. “Watch how he gentles her. No punishment should leave a bitter taste in the mouth. Or the soul.”

Kaila leaned into him, quiet for a long while. Then, “Is that how you plan to handle

me? Punish me and then gentle me so I won’t hold your brutality against you?”

Pavel closed his eyes, held his breath and stilled, using every technique he’d learned over a rough and troubled life to deal with the pain her quiet question brought to searing life within him. “Ask me that same question tonight.”

In the room, Brandon had pulled Rosemary up into his arms. She threw her arms

around his back and buried her face in his chest, body shaking with the strength of her sobs.

He held her by the shoulders, shook her gently. “Don’t you ever make me do this again!”

She shook her head, no. “I won’t. I won’t.”

“C’mon…I’ll help you dress. You probably want a nap before dinnertime, but we’ll

have to get you an appointment with the docs before you can do that.”

Rosemary raised her head, met her trainer’s gaze. “Why? I feel fine.”

Brandon handed her the bra and blouse she’d tossed in the corner. “Each client has to report to the medical suite after receiving punishment. It’s the rules.” He stopped and quirked an eyebrow at her. “And we’re going to obey all the rules, aren’t we, Rosemary?”

She sighed. “Yes, sir.”

Beneath his chin, Kaila snorted. “Gag me with a spoon.”

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Unsweetened Grapefruit Juice

She’d been praying for a reprieve and when the walkie-talkie squeaked, claiming

Pavel’s attention, she took it as a sign from above. Letting out a pent-up breath, she sent up the appropriate thanks.

Walking down the hall from her, Pavel unclipped his unit from his belt and thumbed it on.

“Yes, I’m here. What is it?”

The McCallum’s flight just touched down, sir. A tram is on the way to intercept.

“Escort them to the presidential suite in my wing and inform them I’ll be along shortly.

See they have everything they need.”

Yes, sir. I’ll make sure it’s done, but there was something else I needed to talk with you about.”

“You have my attention, Travis.”

Sir, are there any…er…non-staff nearby? I have to report something of a sensitive

matter.

Pavel lifted his head, looked right into Kaila’s eyes. She didn’t pretend she hadn’t been listening. A distracted expression clouding his usually clear green eyes, he ordered, “Go down to the end of the hall and wait for me, please. I’ll be with you directly.”

Kaila slipped away, wanting to be as far from her angry lover as possible. Normally,

she’d have called him on the highhanded ordering but for that tacked-on please. Right now though, she was thankful for the chance to minimize her presence. Hopefully, his business would keep him occupied until it was too late to administer her punishment. She felt his eyes on her and scooted further down the hall. She honestly believed she was coming to love him, but sometimes being with Pavel was like drinking unsweetened grapefruit juice…good for you, but not good to you.

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to do but track the time ticking away on her wristwatch as she waited on him. There wasn’t a single picture or decoration gracing the walls in this area of the compound, which sort of made sense when you remembered they dragged angry, struggling clients down here against their wills. Why place potential hazards along the way?

Walking the mile…walking the mile…walking the green mile…

Kaila smothered her inappropriate giggle. That Stephen King movie was all she could

think about as she’d traveled down the long corridor earlier this afternoon, feeling like a convicted felon.

“I’m sorry that took longer than I thought it would, Kaila. Thanks for waiting so

patiently.”

She flashed him a look. “Will my good behavior minimize my punishment?”

“No.” He grinned and took her arm, guided her along beside him as he moved at a brisk clip. “There’s no time to administer your discipline, so you’ve won a reprieve. Anticipation should keep you primed until we can get around to it.”

She grimaced. “Oh, joy!”

He had the nerve to chuckle. “Your sarcasm is duly noted.”

Anger swamped her and she was tempted to respond with a snarky comment, but he

squeezed her hand in sympathy and her insides melted as they had that first night. “What’s so important you have to put off my spanking?”

Pavel didn’t stop walking, though he turned his head to face her. The sexy smile he

gave made tingles race through her, stood the hair on her arms and at her nape on end.

“Some trouble outside the confines of the compound. The groundskeeper found the carcasses of a monkey, a deer, and a leopard of all things, mangled and left by the front gate. They’re worried the clients might wander off the path and come into contact with whatever is

responsible.”

A cold frisson of fear skittered up her spine. “Do they know what it was?”

Almost as if he sensed her fear, Pavel dropped her hand to put his arm over her

shoulder and drew her close. “They’re not sure at the moment, though I don’t think there’s much to worry about, Kaila.”

She didn’t know how he could be so calm about a wild animal rampaging so close to

the facility. “How likely is it a jogger might be attacked?”

“Not likely.”

He squeezed her shoulder and she relaxed under his comforting embrace. “The head

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staff is highly qualified not only as counselors, but as bodyguards. They’re well equipped to protect their charges, and as long as the rules are obeyed there shouldn’t be a problem.” He slanted a teasing look down at her. “As you know, no client is ever to be outside the main compound unaccompanied by their trainer.”

Kaila flinched, and then recovered, playfully poking her tongue out at Pavel. She’d

trespassed that rule the first full day. Already smarting at having woken up alone, she’d soon grown bored waiting for Pavel when he’d stopped by his office to sign for some deliveries and make a few important phone calls. Drawn by the unspoiled verdant natural scenes

outside the office complex, she’d wandered off, only to become lost amid the unmarked twists and turns of the living jungle.

Though Pavel had quickly found her, she’d had enough time to become frightened. So