Coral was preparing to load the dishwasher when Josiah came in. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, and she thrilled to be held against his powerful chest. Already, her pussy quivered in anticipation of whatever he’d come up with for tonight.
“Go shower,” he murmured in her ear. “Put your hair up. Then you go wait for me, naked, by the door out onto the porch, in thirty minutes. Figure we should take advantage of this warm night, eh?”
Arousal oozed from between her sex lips. Coral squirmed. Outside, the others could see her. Was that what he intended? Was that what she… wanted?
No, that would be wrong. But if Josiah ordered her to do so, she had to obey. She trembled in excitement, her sex growing slick. They might all look at her, see Josiah make love to her, and wish that they were in his place. How would it feel, she wondered, to have someone other than Josiah inside of her?
She flushed with shame at the thought.
Twenty minutes later, she was hurrying back downstairs, anxious to get into position before he came for her. But he was waiting. When she tried to sink into position, he caught her arm.
“I told you, I don’t need that.”
Outside, one of the lounge chairs was set up at the base of the porch steps, straps and cuffs draped neatly over. Coral’s tummy clenched in anticipation. She glanced around, seeing Lachlan, Pike, Kabel, and Wolf in a half-circle by the fire pit, all with a very good view of what was about to happen.
Coral bit her lip and looked up to Josiah, whose eyes were gleaming. “Let’s just see how much you get off on being watched. We’ll start with a spanking, seeing as how I know how much you like those, but we’ll do it a little differently. I want you to put your hands on the second step from the bottom. Legs spread nice and wide.”
*** Every sexual experience in this story is undertaken with full consent of the heroine, as per the parameters of the d/s relationship.
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