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“Perhaps she needs a sound spanking.”

Without thought, Erin shifted her hips backward and the woman chuckled, pressing her breasts against Erin’s back as she turned her head and kissed the sensitive spot below Erin’s ear. A shiver raced down her spine and she would have stepped away if not for Danny’s hard body.

“A perfect suggestion, Tina,” he said in a voice tinged with huskiness.

Erin refused to look at his face. She could feel the heat of embarrassment working its way up her neck and into her cheeks.

“You’re blushing a very becoming shade of pink,” he said, and she heard the smile in his voice. “I’ll see if I can duplicate the color. It shouldn’t be that difficult since I recall how pale those perfect globes are. I think they’ll redden nicely.”

Erin groaned low in her throat. A sound that should have been small and quiet and undetected. But not in the stillness of the room.

“Back up, Tina, and take your lady’s gown.”

Erin felt the fabric tighten over her shoulders and moved her hands to her sides with an obedience she didn’t have time to consider. The garment was slowly lowered down her body and she pressed her legs together, waiting to step out of the dress, nearly losing her balance when Tina placed a warm kiss at the base of her spine, the area exposed between the corset and her low-cut panties.

Her surroundings were wreaking havoc with her senses. That was the only explanation for her wondering if the woman was going to move her mouth lower. Danny spun her around and she widened her stance and pressed her back against his chest, moisture dampening the tiny scrap of fabric between her legs as she got her first look at Tina. Surprisingly, the slender brunette appeared to be close to Erin’s age and she wasn’t in the mood for introductions. Her gaze was locked on Erin’s pussy and her lips were curved in a wicked smile.

“Other than Philip and Tina and our faithful butler, do you know how many people have seen us slake our desire? Seen you in your favorite position? Bent at the waist, legs parted. Your pussy well presented, waiting for my cock.”

Tina was forgotten as a bolt of pure desire shot to her core and Erin shifted her hips, the motion rubbing her labia together but not doing a damn thing to ease her throbbing clit.

One by one, two men and a woman walked out of their perspective rooms and took up positions similar to Philip, each in front of one of the mirrors. There was no mistaking their vocations. The earl’s valet, the stable master and the cook.

“Six. Your magical number. Ready once again to watch. You can assume that favorite position right now for their benefit.”

Daniel watched her head swivel as she looked at the people who were positioned in a semicircle around the room, his cock growing harder by the second. He’d picked the right lingerie for sure. The snug restraint hugged her curves perfectly. He looked down, enjoying how each rapid rise and fall of her breasts threatened to expose her nipples. He really didn’t want that to happen. Not yet. Once they were free he’d have to suck them, take them in his hands and tease just the very tips with his teeth until she was squirming.

And those fucking stockings. He’d been standing way too close to get the full benefit. But soon. Very, very soon.

He stepped away from Erin, the movement shifting his balls enough that the dull ache dissipated. He’d need control, especially with four other men in the room. He’d passed his parameters for the scene on to Larry and Larry had filled each of the invitees in on who was in command and the penalty for not following Daniel’s lead. They had been given advance copies of a loose outline of how they were to dress and what Daniel anticipated happening from a sexual standpoint.

They weren’t to touch Erin unless she made the request. That caveat had seemed a good thing at the time but now, with her standing in front of him and the padded table in front of her, he wished he’d gone for the voyeur-only rule. Although seeing Tina crouched at Erin’s knees was pretty fucking hot.

Erin hadn’t moved. She simply stared at their audience and curled her fingers into her palms. He found it amazing that she hadn’t tried to shield her body. Just as he had thought after reading her manuscript, she was receptive. That was wonderful. He really planned on staying in character, but he suddenly realized he wanted her to live her fantasy in the most real manner. One that she wouldn’t likely forget.

Her shock had thrown her out of character, had her using his real name. He’d forgive her that because he was about to do the same. But with purpose. When it was over—when she’d begged and pleaded and screamed her release—he wanted her to remember it was just the two of them in those final moments. And that was how he wanted it to be for the unforeseeable future.

“Walk to the end of the table, Erin. Bend over and rest your weight on your forearms. Think about what a truly bad girl you are and stick that ass out for everyone to see.”

Not “lady”. Not “baby”.

Erin.
All he had to do was say her real name in just the right tone and she was primed. When had that happened? And why? Because she was alone and horny? Because writing oftentimes made that last part worse? Because he was too damn handsome for words? Even when he was being Dom of the imaginary manor. There hadn’t been any corporeal punishment in her story either, but after this…

She walked slowly toward the table, her low heels echoing across the floor. He should have chosen something a little more come-fuck-me if he intended for her to be in this position. She took her place and looked at the thin layer of padding atop the narrow rectangle. It didn’t look overly comfortable. But maybe that was the point. Placing her palms flat on the leather top, she confirmed her suspicion.

“That’s very good. Now here’s the part where you think of all the dirty little things you’ve done. I need your ass bared, but you get to choose who pulls down your panties. You have six people who need to be rewarded by little deeds or some that are a bit more important. Consider your fantasies and choose wisely. Because at some point, if you’re looking for double penetration, it would suck to be left with only me and one of the ladies. I don’t think anyone brought their strap-on.”

“Oh my god.” Erin closed her eyes and shook her head.
DP and strap-
ons
?
“I never said I wanted that.”

“No. But there’s no need for constraint. We’re starting slow. Who gets panty removal?” he demanded.

“Tina,” she replied quickly. There seemed to be safety with that answer. But she clearly heard the woman’s disgruntled
hmmmpf
as she walked behind Erin and, with little effort or expertise, grabbed the corners of her panties and yanked them down her legs.

“Do I at least get them as a souvenir?” the woman mumbled.

Erin was about to respond when Danny answered for her. “No you do not and your insolence will be addressed later, but for your dutiful service to your lady, you may deliver— Pick a number, Erin.”

“Four.” It was her favorite number, the first thing that popped into her head. She was fairly certain she needed to go with gut instinct at this point in time.
Overthinking
wouldn’t be a good thing.

“You may deliver the inaugural four whacks.”

“Thank you Sir!”

Erin heard the delight in the woman’s voice, which was quickly replaced with a firm tone that made Erin shiver.

“On your elbows, as the Master ordered.”

“The earl, Tina,” Danny replied. “Not Master.”

“My apology, your
earlship
. If she doesn’t obey, may I double the swings?”

Erin lowered her upper body, taking a deep breath to still her heart. There was no doubt she had enjoyed the way the woman had touched her, which wasn’t at all what she would have expected. Nor was the sharp
crack
that sounded just before the cheek of her ass seemed to catch fire.

“Oh my—”

The woman’s palm landed on her other cheek and Erin pushed herself upward off the bench. Danny materialized at her side and leaned down until they were at eye level. His hand covered her lower back, rubbing back and forth, immediately diverting her attention from her stinging bottom to the warmth that seemed to infuse the base of her spine.

“Be happy you only asked Tina for four.” He smiled and arched his brows.

“I didn’t ask for any,” she whispered. Her ass throbbed. She could feel the blood pounding beneath the skin.

He ran his hand up her back and exerted enough pressure to force her body into its original position. “Mine will feel like heaven after this.”

His?

Tina’s hand connected again and Erin closed her eyes. There wasn’t anything remotely erotic about what was happening. It hurt. A lot. She shifted her legs tighter together.

“Open your—” The woman’s sharp voice was interrupted by Danny’s calm tone.

“One more, Tina. Then you may join the others.” He trailed his fingers back toward Erin’s ass and she tightened, waiting for the final slap.

When it came, the air whooshed through her closed lips. He patted her lower back. Lightly. Soothingly. Erin relaxed her muscles. His hand never left her body as he walked around the end of the table and stood directly behind her. A single finger dipped into the cleft between her cheeks and she wantonly shifted her feet farther apart, her discomfort suddenly forgotten.

“Why are you being punished, Erin?”

She couldn’t answer. Couldn’t say a single word. But she pushed her hips away from the table, just enough that he had to know she wanted him to move his finger lower. Wanted him to somehow stop the little trail of cream she could feel running toward her clit.

“Tell me.” His palm delivered a stinging slap to the tiny strip of skin where her thigh met her butt cheek, the sensation forcing her onto her toes for a moment. Instead of radiating pain, desire shot from the tingling blow straight to her cunt and she moved her hands to the edge of the table and gripped it tightly.

“I won’t stop until you say it.”

And he didn’t. He rained random slaps over the planes of her ass until her thighs were shaking. He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide, the slight pressure from his fingers completely forgotten when he blew a stream of cool air over her engorged vulva. It was tortuous and she thrust her hips hard against the table, unable to hit an angle that would relieve the torment.

A second later his palm cupped her sex, his middle finger aligned perfectly with her aching clit. “Is this what you want?”

He tapped her nub repeatedly and Erin whimpered, nodding.

“Tell me why your ass is red.” He stopped. Didn’t move. She waited, body quivering as a burning wetness broke out at the corners of her eyes. She wanted to come. Had really never wanted release as badly as she did at this second.

“Because I was naughty,” she gasped, pressing against his hand. The pressure helped but it wasn’t enough.

“Specifics.” His thumb rubbed the inside curve of one cheek and she shuddered.

“I-I don’t know,” she groaned.

“Because you like people to watch. Like right now.” His finger started the tattoo again and she opened her legs but he placed both his feet outside of hers to halt her progress. With two quick moves he forced her legs together, his hand large and hard between her snug thighs. Everything covered by his hand throbbed. “Say it and I’ll make you come.”

“I want to be watched,” she finally admitted on a whisper. With admission came a hint of understanding but one she had no desire to consider at the moment.

“Everyone
is
watching, Erin. Everyone
.
” His fingers danced over her flesh and in a flash of blinding whiteness her orgasm surfaced. It rocked her against his hand and she exploded, unable to stop moving her hips until the tiny aftershocks subsided.

“Oh shit,” she mumbled, relaxing her shoulders until her forehead hit the padded tabletop.

“Say ‘thank you’, Erin.” He chuckled, rotating his wrist and slowly sliding his hand between her thighs before dragging his fingers upward through her cleft once more.

“Thank you, Danny.” Her hot breath bounced off the leather and teased her nose.

“Now it’s time to let me show you how I say ‘you’re welcome’. You’re not the only one living out your fantasies. Flip over.”

He eased her off the table and had her facing him before her legs could hold her up and she gripped his shoulders for support. He picked her up and gently set her bottom down on the table and from her peripheral vision she saw the spectators move a little closer.

“They want to play too, but if you’re not into it, they won’t. You’ll have to say or motion you want them to join.”

“I don’t,” Erin said quickly. Honestly. She realized in a heartbeat that Tina had been enough additional kink. The voyeurism and exhibitionistic allure was just that—fascination, not necessity.

“You’re sure? This is a golden opportunity.”

“I know exactly what kind of opportunity it is,” Erin said, reaching up and taking his face in her hands. For a minute he looked confused and she smiled. There was a little bit of delight knowing she’d thrown him off kilter, even if it was for just a second. “I don’t mind if they watch but it’s not really why I’m here.”

“No? You don’t think that’s it?”

She slid her hands down his neck and covered his
pecs
, sweeping across his muscles until she found his hard nipples. She gave them a little pinch and he moved closer.

“I’m here because, for some unearthly reason I can’t consider at the moment, you want me,” she said, moving her fingers to the waistband of his pants. She’d tell him later he had looked more like a pirate than an earl. No doubt that would bring on a whole other game night. She undid the black sash and let it drop to the ground. “I want you, Danny.”

“That sure as hell works for me, although our audience is probably pissed that we just broke from character with all this side talk.”

“I’m sorry. I should have remembered there are always rules,” she replied.

“Don’t worry. You’re allowed to tell me how much you want me. Anytime. Anywhere.”

He hooked his finger in the top of her corset and pulled her upper body close, covering her lips with his in a scorching kiss. He plundered her mouth, stroking and thrusting his tongue in a manner that let her know where he wanted her thoughts centered.