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strangers
watching.”
    A glance down proved that Eddie was
aroused by the idea of doing things to her in public, and that calmed her more
than words could. He shifted her to stand in front of him. Master Carlos had
released Catherine’s nipple, and now he worked on her ass with a wooden paddle.
She shrieked and howled, but when he let up, she said, “Getting tired already,
Master? I’m barely feeling it.” Her ass was a maze of redness, and bruises
would no doubt appear in a little while.
    Eddie slid his hands up Marina’s thighs,
reaching under her shirt to knead her breasts. Marina relaxed against his
strong body and let herself enjoy her Sir’s attention. Master Carlos resumed
spanking Catherine, this time with a tree branch that whistled through the air
and left welts across her ass and thighs, and Eddie slid his hand under her
skirt and into her panties. Marina gasped when his probing fingers found her
wet and ready. Though she didn’t want to be spanked, the sight of someone else
being disciplined definitely turned her on. That, and Eddie’s proximity. Just
the smell of him got her hot and bothered.
    He scooted the crotch of her
panties aside and plunged fingers into her pussy. Marina stifled a moan and her
hips thrust forward. He nipped at her earlobe again. “No coming.”
    Even though she wanted to protest
and beg, she merely nodded. When Eddie let her come, it was always spectacular.
She trusted him, and she loved how he tormented her. He pumped into her,
curving his fingers to find her sweet spot. Marina moaned, little high-pitched
sounds of protest as she struggled to stave off her orgasm. He always seemed to
know when she could stand no more, but this time was different. He ground the
bulge in his jeans against her lower back and massaged her sweet spot without
mercy. The noises coming from Marina turned desperate, and she couldn’t hold it
off anymore.
    “Don’t come,” he said as he twisted
her nipple, sending her over the edge. He continued fingering her, drawing out
her orgasm, and then he held her against him. “You disobeyed, Marina.”
    He’d pretty much forced her to it,
but Marina would never say that aloud. He was perfectly aware of what he’d
done. She turned to face him, her gaze lowered in submission. “I’m sorry, Sir.
Please forgive me.”
    He didn’t say anything for the
longest time. Behind her, the sounds of Catherine’s shrieks and moans were
deafening. The woman had a set of lungs on her, and it only served to make
Marina more tense as she waited for her Sir’s judgment. Catherine’s sounds came
to a crescendo, leaving no doubt she was having a huge orgasm. When she
quieted, Eddie hooked his finger under Marina’s chin in a silent order to look
at him.
    “Forgive? Maybe. First you need
punishment. I’m going to vary the scene we’ve planned to include it.”
    Marina blinked in surprise, but she
didn’t protest. “Thank you, Sir.” Around them, the crowd drifted way. She
expected Eddie to approach his friends, but he guided her in the opposite
direction.
    “Aftercare,” he said. “Always give
privacy for that, even in a public place. After a scene, a sub is vulnerable.
Recall how you get.”
    Aftercare with Eddie often included
a bath or shower, a massage if she’d been bound, much cuddling, and sometimes
tender sex. She reflected on that while following him to where he wanted to
begin their scene. Two shiny metal poles were attached at the floor and
ceiling. Places to bind a submissive were spaced six inches apart from the bottom
to several feet above Marina’s head. Sir peeled her shirt off. Marina lifted
her arms to be helpful. He hadn’t allowed her a bra, so once the shirt was
gone, her breast were bared to anyone who cared for a peek. Though people
stopped to watch, nobody seemed overly focused on her chest.
    “Look at me,” Eddie said, gripping
her chin. “I’m your only concern. You’re here to please me, nothing else.”
    Marina took a deep