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to have sex with that woman while she watched, sitting not a foot from Jack!
    “Text your man and have him standing by outside of Spoltori’s door. I don’t want his little show to go to shit while we watch and can’t get to her in time.”
    Jack made the call and by the time he hung up, Spoltori had taken off his shirt. Spoltori snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor before him. Head down the woman dropped to her knees. So much for foreplay.
    “She may have power in her life outside, but in Spoltori’s world, she submits.”
    Stevie squirmed. She had submitted in Jack’s world. However, Jack had never been violent.
    When the woman looked up at Spoltori, he slapped her. Hard. Across the face, drawing blood from her lip. Stevie gasped, jumping in her chair. “We can arrest him right now for assault,” she growled.
    “Not if it’s consensual. Look at her, she loved it.”
    Though the woman bowed her head again, the smile twitching her bloody lips was unmistakable. That was some seriously messed up shit there.
    Like a true submissive, head bowed, she waited to be told what to do. Spoltori said something. Slowly, without raising her head, the woman reached for his zipper and drew it down. Expecting his large penis to spring forward, Stevie was surprised to find that it was flaccid. Spoltori’s jaw tightened. The woman dared to look up, disappointment clearly written on her face. He slapped her again, this time setting her back on her butt.
    Again the look on the woman’s face told the story. She was digging this.
    “I have no respect for a man who smacks a woman around, even if she asks for it,” Jack growled.
    “Looks like the hit helped the limp dick cause.” Spoltori was growing. He strode over the woman, straddling her. He spoke to her and she rose, openmouthed to him.
    Spoltori grabbed her hair with one hand, pushing her head back so that she stared eye to eye with his dick. He said something to her that appeared to be a command. She nodded, licking her lips as he slowly stroked his penis. She strained to reach the head, but he held her back as he stroked himself harder. Stevie squirmed in her seat, but stated the obvious.
    “I find it interesting that he can’t get an erection unless he’s violent or stroking himself.”
    Just as Stevie said the last word, Spoltori pulled the woman to his erect penis and slid it into her open mouth. Jack and Stevie both shifted in their respective chairs.
    Releasing his penis, Spoltori grabbed another hank of her hair and double-fisted, he held on to her head and controlled the rhythm of her fellating him.
    Stevie didn’t dare look over at Jack. For the next fifteen minutes they watched Mario get a royal blow job. Instead of ejaculating in her mouth he ejaculated on her face. “The ultimate insult,” Jack said, his voice low and raspy.
    Stevie agreed that there was something demeaning in a man, especially this man, ejaculating on his partner’s face.
    When he began to zip up the woman became angry and swiping the ejaculate from her cheek, she quickly stood. “I don’t think she’s very happy,” Jack observed.
    “I’d have to agree.”
    “Now let’s see how he handles her.”
    When the woman became increasingly irate, Mario slapped her again. Stevie growled. “I really want to arrest him.”
    “Not if this is part of their play. Look at how her body language has changed. She’s back to submissive.” Mario said something, then pointed to the bed. The woman quickly undressed and, on all fours, she climbed onto the bed facing the headboard.
    She was in great shape, and from the angle they sat at, the woman’s sex was clearly exposed and wet. Mario opened a drawer and pulled out rope and a ball hanging from straps.
    “He’s going to tie her and gag her,” Jack said.
    He tied her wrists together and attached them to a hook he pulled out from the top of his headboard. Now her head was down, her butt in the air. From beneath the bed he pulled out a short