Disciplined by Allison Hobbs Page B

also. Neckties and belts had been loosened, carefullycoifed hair was mussed and tousled, lipstick and mascara smeared, clothing rumpled.
    The ten diners with discriminating tastes swooped down like vultures, grabbing desserts and stuffing their mouths greedily. Crumbs fell from their lips, pudding gathered at the corners of their mouths. It was a repulsive and most undignified sight. Worse, they virtually ignored Yoyin, disregarding her as if she were as inanimate as the serving tray she lay upon. They moved about and came into view. She caught glimpses of their lewd expressions as they devoured crème pie. It was outrageous the way they were lusting after the dessert instead of her. She hated them, she decided, and she’d had enough of this farce.
    “Unbind me,” she ordered Louis, who was in close proximity, soothing her by alternately stroking her hair and caressing the side of her face. His attentiveness reminded her of her attendants, but unlike Sebastian and Niklas, Louis could not cajole her into a better mood. “I said, unbind me!”
    “Another moment,” he assured her, his voice filled with unspoken promises of hedonistic sex.
    Hmph! He was nothing like Sebastian or Niklas. Her attendants would never be so obstinate as to refuse her direct command. She felt rage boiling. “I want to leave this horrible island at once.”
    “Relax and close your eyes,” Louis whispered in a calm voice that stilled her. Something in his tone persuaded her to trust him. “I’m going to blindfold you to sharpen your senses.” Before she could protest, he placed a velvet mask over her eyes. In the next instant, she smelled female fragrance, and a mouth claimed her cherry-covered lips. It was a woman’s kiss—petal soft, whispery, lipstick flavored. Buoyant breasts pressed against her. Yoyin’s pussy contracted, but all she could do was squirm and whimper.
    “Mmm. Her kiss is sweet—like cherries,” a woman said. “Try some, darling,” she encouraged. A man bent over Yoyin. She could feel the tickle of his mustache. He doled out thick tongue strokes, lapping at the cherry stickiness until her lips were licked clean. His tongue, sweet with a combination of champagne and cherries, explored Yoyin’s mouth, prodding like an erect dick and making her intimate parts prickle with anticipation.
    She heard a rustling sound and could feel the man’s arm moving rhythmically, busy elsewhere. Frustration flooded her when she heard a woman’s moan. The man who was kissing her was obviously pleasuring the woman with his hand.
    “Deeper!” the woman moaned.
    Yoyin tore her mouth away and called for Louis. “Unmask me, please. I need to see what’s going on.”
    “Two of your guests—a married couple are using you for their sexual pleasure,” Louis whispered.
    Before Yoyin could object, a thick finger slipped between her lips. The finger, obviously male, was coated with something tart, and then she realized with horror that he was giving her a taste of his wife’s cunt. Before she could scream a litany of vile profanity, he replaced his finger with his tongue. His hand slipped beneath his wife’s dress as he finger-fucked her as hard as he tongue-fucked Yoyin’s mouth. It was oh, so decadent and perversely erotic.
    “Excuse me,” Louis interrupted. “We have to move things along.”
    “Yes, of course,” the woman said, her tone holding an embarrassed tinge.
    “Would you care for chocolate?” Louis asked, running a tender hand on Yoyin’s firm breast.
    “Oh, yes!” the woman responded eagerly.
    “Help yourself to the chocolate tits, honey, I want to try something else.”
    Yoyin sensed the presence of curious onlookers, who no doubt sipped drinks while inspecting her. She felt hot resentment, commingled with dripping desire. Her conflicting emotions confused and frustrated her.
    “I’ll have a taste,” said another female, her voice slightly slurred. Soon, two pairs of feminine lips nibbled at the chocolate