Joining Marco, the older man pushed back his chair and was heading toward the girl.
“Lily?” she cried out.
Marco grabbed her and the tray crashed to the floor.
Lily lunged forward, intent on clawing Marco’s eyes out if it prevented him hurting Jess, but strong hands grabbed the tops of her arms and pulled her tight. She found herself locked against Rodriguez’s body. She kicked backward, hoping to connect with his shin, and wrenched and struggled, but he held her firm.
He spoke low in her ear. “The more you fight me, the worse it will be for her.”
She fell limp. “You fucking bastard.”
He ignored her. “Bring the girl over to the table and bend her over it. I think her friend here just earned her a spanking.”
“What? No!”
Jess didn’t even try to fight. With her head hung, tears streaming down her cheeks, she allowed herself to be pushed over to the table. Marco swept aside tableware, plates, cutlery, and a full glass of champagne, so they crashed to the floor, making Jess jump.
Fight back, Lily willed her. Perhaps if Jess fought back, the men would switch the punishment back to her instead. But Jess didn’t have the strength. Lily couldn’t hate her for it. She’d been through so much, and perhaps she’d been a fighter when she’d first been taken, but the past few weeks had broken any fight out of her.
Marco pushed on Jess’ back, slamming her face down against the shiny mahogany of the table top. With a laugh, he yanked her dress up over her back, and then pulled down the flimsy underwear they’d been provided with.
“No, stop it!” Lily yelled, unable to just give up. “Don’t you fucking touch her.”
He looked up and smiled, and then breathed on the palms of his hands, as though warming them up, and rubbed them together. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
Marco lifted his hand and slapped Jess hard on her naked bottom.
Every muscle in Lily’s body tensed at the sound of the smack cracking, and she hissed air in over her teeth, feeling the strike for herself. Though she didn’t want to have that reaction, her inner muscles contracted, and her pussy throbbed as though she’d received the smack herself.
Jess didn’t make a sound.
Red bloomed on her pale skin, both erotic and horrifying to see.
Marco lifted his hand and hit her again. Jess’ body shoved across the table at the impact, but still she didn’t say a word.
Heat rose to Lily’s face as a familiar pressure and tingling condensed between her thighs. She bit her lip, trying to distract herself from the feeling. What the fuck was wrong with her? She couldn’t let watching Marco spank Jess turn her on. It was wrong in so many ways.
Marco smacked Jess again, and again, but still Jess remained pale-faced but silent. Tears trickled down her face.
“You like it, don’t you, bitch?” he growled. “Is it making you wet?”
“Leave her alone!” Lily screamed. “Take me instead.” She’d be able to take the spanking better than Jess—hell, the way her head and body seemed to be working lately, she might even enjoy it.
Rodriguez yanked her arms back. “You don’t get to offer yourself up like that. You belong to me.”
“I’ll screw every man in this house if he touches her like that again,” she spat back. “I’ll climb on that table, spread my legs, and invite every one of them to fuck me.”
Rodriguez’s body tensed behind her and then softened. “That’s enough,” he called out to Marco. “Let her go.”
Lily exhaled a sigh of relief. Her stupid mouth was going to get her in serious trouble one day.
Jess bent to pull her underwear back up her legs, and dragged her skirt back down to cover up her bottom. The men all stayed back, as she let out a sob, and covered her mouth with her hand. With her head down, she rushed from the room.
Rodriguez released his grip on Lily’s arms and she yanked herself away.
“I meant what I said,” he told her. “Every time you step out of line, it’ll
“Lily?” she cried out.
Marco grabbed her and the tray crashed to the floor.
Lily lunged forward, intent on clawing Marco’s eyes out if it prevented him hurting Jess, but strong hands grabbed the tops of her arms and pulled her tight. She found herself locked against Rodriguez’s body. She kicked backward, hoping to connect with his shin, and wrenched and struggled, but he held her firm.
He spoke low in her ear. “The more you fight me, the worse it will be for her.”
She fell limp. “You fucking bastard.”
He ignored her. “Bring the girl over to the table and bend her over it. I think her friend here just earned her a spanking.”
“What? No!”
Jess didn’t even try to fight. With her head hung, tears streaming down her cheeks, she allowed herself to be pushed over to the table. Marco swept aside tableware, plates, cutlery, and a full glass of champagne, so they crashed to the floor, making Jess jump.
Fight back, Lily willed her. Perhaps if Jess fought back, the men would switch the punishment back to her instead. But Jess didn’t have the strength. Lily couldn’t hate her for it. She’d been through so much, and perhaps she’d been a fighter when she’d first been taken, but the past few weeks had broken any fight out of her.
Marco pushed on Jess’ back, slamming her face down against the shiny mahogany of the table top. With a laugh, he yanked her dress up over her back, and then pulled down the flimsy underwear they’d been provided with.
“No, stop it!” Lily yelled, unable to just give up. “Don’t you fucking touch her.”
He looked up and smiled, and then breathed on the palms of his hands, as though warming them up, and rubbed them together. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
Marco lifted his hand and slapped Jess hard on her naked bottom.
Every muscle in Lily’s body tensed at the sound of the smack cracking, and she hissed air in over her teeth, feeling the strike for herself. Though she didn’t want to have that reaction, her inner muscles contracted, and her pussy throbbed as though she’d received the smack herself.
Jess didn’t make a sound.
Red bloomed on her pale skin, both erotic and horrifying to see.
Marco lifted his hand and hit her again. Jess’ body shoved across the table at the impact, but still she didn’t say a word.
Heat rose to Lily’s face as a familiar pressure and tingling condensed between her thighs. She bit her lip, trying to distract herself from the feeling. What the fuck was wrong with her? She couldn’t let watching Marco spank Jess turn her on. It was wrong in so many ways.
Marco smacked Jess again, and again, but still Jess remained pale-faced but silent. Tears trickled down her face.
“You like it, don’t you, bitch?” he growled. “Is it making you wet?”
“Leave her alone!” Lily screamed. “Take me instead.” She’d be able to take the spanking better than Jess—hell, the way her head and body seemed to be working lately, she might even enjoy it.
Rodriguez yanked her arms back. “You don’t get to offer yourself up like that. You belong to me.”
“I’ll screw every man in this house if he touches her like that again,” she spat back. “I’ll climb on that table, spread my legs, and invite every one of them to fuck me.”
Rodriguez’s body tensed behind her and then softened. “That’s enough,” he called out to Marco. “Let her go.”
Lily exhaled a sigh of relief. Her stupid mouth was going to get her in serious trouble one day.
Jess bent to pull her underwear back up her legs, and dragged her skirt back down to cover up her bottom. The men all stayed back, as she let out a sob, and covered her mouth with her hand. With her head down, she rushed from the room.
Rodriguez released his grip on Lily’s arms and she yanked herself away.
“I meant what I said,” he told her. “Every time you step out of line, it’ll
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