Page 29 of King of Liars

“Two,” he said as he stepped back at the foot of the bed. I took the items from him, and he got on his knees on the mattress, crossing his arms behind his back and keeping his legs together. I bound his ankles first, then his wrists.

He leaned forward, pressing his chest against the mattress and turning toward the window opposite the door, looking away from us.

“Two will go first with the belt. Then Hole, then One, then Boss.”

I noticed Boss’s hands were already trembling at the thought. Would he do it? Would he be able to take this next step?

I pressed a knee into the mattress, keeping one foot on the floor as I folded the belt and prepared to demonstrate. I offered a gentle spank first, then harder, making sure to leave a mark.

“Harder,” King said.

Jesus, I didn’t want to fucking scare Boss away.

But I obeyed, the sound of the next slap filling the room.

“Harder. I know what you’ve got, Two. Fucking give it to me.”

I gulped. I never would have thought that outside of potentially injuring King, I would fear what Boss would think of me for what we shared in private.

But I knew damn well that King was aware of the worst I could give him, so I offered another, and King called out, screamed through his teeth in a way that made One jerk in surprise.

“Good,” King said, which was his way of telling me he was ready for me to pass on my duties.

Hole stepped up for his turn, taking the belt from me. He took the opposite side of King, giving him a much sharper slap right from the start. Then he went ahead and slammed the belt down on the red area I’d tackled with King.

King growled and called out before saying, “Again.”

Hole reared his hand back, then gave it to him. It was clear by the way he did it that he was giving it his all, and the sound he made upon contact indicated the same.

“Is that all you’ve got tonight, Hole?”

Oh, King wanted it severe tonight.

Hole snarled before doing it once again, making King cry out, not as he had with me, but a shrill cry, his hands shaking feverishly.

Hole panted, clearly trying to regain the strength he’d acted out against King, when King said, “Good.”

Hole passed the belt on to One, who had the advantage of our hits as he worked on his own slaps, making King cry out repeatedly through his own assault, not holding anything back since he’d seen how King had reacted to our attempts.

I watched Boss, noticing him breaking into a sweat just from watching.

“Good,” King finally said before One passed the belt along to Boss.

By that time, King’s ass was inflamed from all the abuse he’d taken.

Boss looked to King’s ass before turning to us, as though waiting for someone to call this off.

“I have a safe word, remember?” King said, turning to Boss, who shook his head before offering a pathetic slap.

Not anything I judged him for. We all had been that way at first.

King snickered. “Come on, Boss. You can do better.”

Boss went again, harder, but still holding back.

“Pfft,” King mocked. “You’re not ready. But that’s okay. We’ll move on.”

Boss sighed, like he was relieved he wouldn’t have to go further. If only he knew what was in store for him.

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