My Body-His Marcello by Blakely Bennett Read Free Book Online

holding fast
to my face. He leaned down and whispered into my ear, “Make no
mistake. I will have you for myself eventually. This is just a
preview of what you’ll get with me. And Jane,” he forced me to face
him, penetrating my entire being with his stare, “you think you’ve
found what you need in Luke. Make no mistake, you have
not.”
    I trembled with
fear and desire but my anger grew as tears spilled down my cheeks
in front of the man I despised. I was doing this for Luke, I
reminded myself.
    I lowered my arms
so Marcello could fasten each wrist with a leather cuff that
attached to the rope by a D-ring. Janice pulled one rope taut and
Marcello pulled the other, lifting me onto my toes. My arms were so
extended I felt my joints stretching.
    “ Janice … it’s time. And remember, if the discipline isn’t up
to my standards you will both suffer my wrath.”
    Janice showed me
the whip. It was different from any in the collection that Luke
kept in his office. The strands of braided leather hung about
eighteen inches long. There looked to be about ten to twelve of
them affixed to a wooden handle. She tied a blindfold over my eyes,
and I was relieved to be deprived of my sight. I could hear her
flip-flops on the wooden floor that lined the bottom of the tent. I
could also hear the sound of the waves crashing against the
shore.
    I was aroused by
the thought of Janice administering the whip … until the first
strike. She started on my ass. The braids of leather were long
enough that they wrapped all the way around my side. The intensity
of the sting took me by surprise, and I no longer liked Janice at
all. My legs began to shake from the strain of being strung up so
high.
    “ Fuuuuu ...” I groaned. I had almost cursed and then struggled
to swallow the sound.
    Marcello brutally
snatched me by the hair and said, “You will pay for that. If you
were mine I’d use a gag and let you scream without sound to your
heart’s content.” Still pulling my head back by my hair he said,
“Janice, continue, and remember, up to my standards.” He roughly
released me.
    By the third
strike on my ass my anger soared through me. I loathed Marcello
with every fiber of my being, and I was determined that he not see
me cry again. Janice steadily worked her way down my ass, to right
above my knees. The sting and burn of that whip lingered longer
than anything Luke had used on me. I struggled to keep my breathing
steady as she worked her way back up my thighs, crisscrossing over
my sore buttocks again, all the way up my back to right under my
neck.
    All I could hear
was the whoop of the whip repeatedly abusing me, my soft cries and
Janice’s labored breathing. I couldn’t be sure—but I assumed—that
Luke and Marcello still remained in the tent. My discipline was for
their benefit, after all. Marcello’s wounded ego must be
placated , I thought, viciously. The man was a
monster.
    By the second
pass over my ass and down to my legs, the excruciating pain
increased the abject rage and hatred coursing through me. I found
uncommon strength in that anger. I remained quiet from that point
on. I would not let Marcello win.
    The last stroke
of the whip landed just above my tail bone.
    “ Enough!”
    I heard Luke’s
heated command, bringing me back around.
    I had no strength
in my arms and since only my toes reached the floor, I felt the
muscles in my shoulders wrenching. Luke cupped his hands under my
armpits and around my chest, avoiding my back but taking the weight
off my shoulders. After Janice lowered me to the floor, Luke
removed the blindfold.
    “ Wait,” I said.
    Jerking my head
away, I threw up breakfast. Luke held back my hair and gently
rubbed my shoulder, avoiding my back.
    “ I
would carry you but I think it would hurt you worse than
walking.”
    “ Luke,
we are not done here,” Marcello commanded.
    “ We
are beyond done, Marc. Please take Janice and go.”
    Luke held me by
my upper arms, helping me stagger across the