Page 13 of Trapped In Wonderland

Still from behind him, I quickly strap his ankles and render him immobile. My squatting stance leaves his jewels hanging right in my face. With the tip of my crop, I caress Raul from his left ankle slowly up to the inside of his bulging thigh, and give a small flick to his nuts. It shouldn’t hurt him, but I gotta give an excellent performance for our audience.

Raul grunts and bucks at his restraint. His biceps bulge, showing off impressive, sculptured arms.

“That’s for your insolence,” I state, circling around to face him. I wink, and his eyes smolder with heat. Is he plotting his revenge on me for that little stunt, or did it actually excite him?

Either he’s an excellent actor, or his reaction is real. Whatever it is, it gains us five minutes as I hear the indicator ping. Fox seems to like it when I put Raul in his place. So, I push further and continue to circle him, inspecting my prize with a predatory interest. Really taking in every inch of this magnificent specimen of a man spread out for me.

Oh my, he’s built as superior as I imagined. God does have favorites.

I bestow an angelic smile on him as I stand before him. “Just breathe, Toro,” I soothe in a calming voice. In contrast with what I did earlier, I use the flat tip of my riding crop to caress his balls, and his already thick, semi-hard rod rises even higher, as if saluting me. He sucks a breath through his teeth and his musclestense. The alternate sensation of pain and pleasure seems to break down his pretense of defiance.

“You like that?” I ask.

This time, Raul bares his teeth as if he wants to charge and gore me with his horns.

“Whip him. What are you waiting for?” Fox eggs me on.

Raul stiffens, and his eyes sharpen as he glances at the camera, directing his anger Fox’s way.

Whoever’s behind Fox obviously doesn’t know what this is about. He just wants me to torture Toro, and that’s not happening. If I’d torture anyone, it would be Fox. With the crop rigid in my clenched hand, I’m about to lash out at the motherfucker.

“Mistress Kat,” Raul stops me. “I can handle it.”

“He just enjoys watching as you’re punished,” I say, gritting my teeth.

Raul says louder for Fox. “I deserve the whip.”

I know he’s trying to ease my mind about hurting him and I’d be stupid to throw away the work we already put into this. So, I straighten my spine, then swish the crop against the outside of Raul’s thigh three times in quick succession. His leg jerks at the sting, but this time, though his expression is far from what one expects from a submissive, he purses his mouth shut.

Ping.

That’s another five minutes.

I close the space between us until I’m merely an inch from him.

“You take the crop well.” I validate his restraint for Fox’s benefit, while stroking the sting off Raul’s thigh with my palm for Raul’s and my sake. Like a school teacher—a naughty one—I push for more. “Will you behave from now on?”

“Yes,” Raul answers, his eyes boring into mine.

“Yes, what?” I question with a tilt in my head and keep my gaze on him.

To my surprise, Raul bows his head, then says, “Yes, Mistress.”

Ping.

“He likesthat,” I whisper.

“Seems he isn’t the only one enjoying this. You’re good at this,” Raul whispers, his voice husky. His hot breath brushing my neck as he bends his head close enough to nip my shoulder.

I can’t resist brushing the tip of my fingers over his engorged cock. “I can see that,” I tease before stepping back.

“You’re on your way to becoming averygood bull.” I give him a proud smile. “By the time I’m done, you’ll be worshipping me.”

Ping.

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