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God, how he looked forward to it. And should his resolve to make her pay waiver, he would just imagine the tears and disappointment in his mother’s eyes over what Cassandra had done. That would make it easy to remain impassive.

Ian was studying Cassandra’s naked body. She was hanging more and more weight on her arms now — she was tired — unable to keep herself on her toes. Dominic wanted her down from the position before she injured her shoulders.

“Okay.” Ian’s accent was more heavy in his lust. “I would like to see her ass get whipped. But I also have one other condition.”

Dominic remained stoic. “What?”

Tambour turned to one of his men and said something in Russian, the other man began jogging towards the door. “He goes to get something from my car. Something I bought here on Bourbon Street for my girlfriend.”

“What is it?”

Ian’s smile was pure evil. “A butt plug. My wife won’t let me near her ass, but I make sure my girlfriend will take it there. So I bought a plug. I want you to put it in the fair Cassandra after you whip her. When she leaves the warehouse with it in, then I will consider my debt paid.”

“Fine. We have an agreement. Everyone else needs to leave. This show is for you only.”

Ian’s man came back with the package. As Ian unwrapped it, Dominic was glad to see it wasn’t anything ridiculous. A novelty gag gift really. A medium sized plug that had New Orleans Fucked Me in the Ass written on the wide base in glitter. Dominic rolled his eyes.

As everyone left but Tambour, he crossed to Cassandra. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he lifted her to take the tension out of her arms so he could pull her off the hook that held her zip-tied wrists. He set her back on her feet again and pushed his thumb into her shoulder joints as she brought her arms down. Tears streamed out of her eyes as he kept his thumbs pushed into the ball of her shoulder, but this would help ease the swelling. He massaged the abused muscles quickly. A little pain now would save her much more later.

“I’m going to ungag her. The sobs are the best part.”

Dominic untied the cloth gag. “Do you have any injuries I should know about?” he whispered so only she could hear him. If he needed to get her out of here, he would.

“No.” Her voice was hoarse. Strained. “I can take it.”

“I’m not going to hold back. Tambour will know if I do.”

She nodded slightly, then her eyes fell to the ground.

Dominic turned to Ian. “Get comfortable.”

Ian chuckled and took a chair across from one of the couches. “I’m looking forward to this.”

“So am I.” Dominic turned to Cassandra. “You. Who is your master?”

“You, Sir.”

He gave a slight sigh in relief when she didn’t fight, when she fell back into the roles that had suited them both so well seven years ago. Rebelling now meant Dominic would have to use even more force and she didn’t look like she was up to it.

“That’s right. I’m glad you haven’t forgotten. Now crawl over, kiss Mr. Tambour’s shoes, then position yourself on the front of the couch, knees on the cushions, hands on the back, ass out.”

He watched, still drawn to the beautiful curves of her body after all this time, as she obeyed. Tambour liked it when she kissed his shoes. Dominic knew he would. He’d like the rest even better.

So would Dominic.

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