He raised the whip. Cadeon heard Violet gasp as the whip came down on the woman’s ass. Over and over and over again. James whipped her well, the woman squirming on his lap as she took her punishment.
Cadeon moved his hand up Violet’s thigh, beneath the skirt to find her wetness. She turned round, uncertainty in her eyes.
She lay back against him, her legs opening wider.
He watched the scene unfold. After her punishment ended with the whip, he got her to suck his cock. He gave the woman a time limit to bring him off.
As each scene played out, Violet got hotter and hotter. When James sat back on the chair and told the woman to sit on his cock, Violet began to thrust her pelvis onto Cadeon’s hand. They could see the Master’s hard c**k sinking inside the woman, the wetness of her arousal glistening at them.
“Do you see how good it can be?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said.
Cadeon plunged two fingers inside her as he flicked her cl*t with his thumb. She was so f**king hot she threatened to burn them both alive. His c**k would have imprints from his zipper for days he was so f**king turned on.
James refused to give her release. Cadeon saw he was fighting his own.
“She wants him to forgive her. She wants him to reach between them and finger her clit, to give her the release.”
“Why won’t he?”
“Because she has to learn he’s the only one who can give her pleasure. He owns her; he possesses her. There is no other person in the world but them.”
“Like us, Violet. There is nothing in this world I couldn’t give you. I only ask that you let me have this. You let me have this control.”
They stared at the couple on the floor. The scene grew hotter. James was smacking the woman’s ass, the hard slaps leaving red hand prints wherever he touched.
He felt Violet was at the peak. She was so close to the edge.
“Come for me,” he said.
She cried out as her release drove through her. He felt the wetness spill onto his hand. He pressed a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.
When she came down from her peak, he kissed her on the head.
“Yes,” she said.
“What?” he asked.
“I’ll be your submissive.”
He slammed his lips down on hers. Violet Ashwood was the woman who owned his soul. He would love her for the rest of his life.