punishment horse, Shaw.»
The man got up and went across to one of the black leather
contraptions in the center of the room. He laid facedown, arms
on either side of the horse.
«Grasp the restraints.»
Minshom came up behind Shaw and stared down at the
prostrate man. He kicked Shaw’s feet apart until he could stand
between the man’s legs and raised the whip. Shaw made no
sound at first as the whip flicked over his arse and back. But
Minshom knew all the signs, how he gripped the restraints, his
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knuckles whitening against the black leather as the whip landed
on his flesh.
After another quick glance at Jane, Minshom lifted Shaw’s
shirt and stared down at his reddened buttocks and sweaty,
quivering skin. Sexually, Shaw did nothing for him. He was far
more interested in the effect his actions were having on his wife.
How much would Jane be able to watch before she fled the room
in horror? How far would he have to take this suddenly
unappealing charade before she broke?
«Please, my lord.»
Shaw’s stuttered words brought Minshom’s attention back to
his victim.
«What do you want, Mr. Shaw?»
«More of the whip, please, my lord, more pain.»
Minshom drew back his arm and landed a perfect blow on
Shaw’s right buttock.
«Like this, Mr. Shaw?»
«God, yes, please... just like that.»
Minshom put a little more effort into his strokes until Shaw
was writhing on the horse and moaning. Red lines marred his
skin and he shoved his hips forward with every stroke. Minshom
drew the tip of the whip down between Shaw’s buttocks and
then lower to nudge his balls.
«What else do you want, Shaw?»
«To be fucked, my lord? Please, I beg of you, fuck me.»
Jane hadn’t moved, her gaze was still fixed on him and Shaw.
Minshom contemplated his options. If he fucked Shaw, she
would probably run. Even though he was hard and ready, it
wasn’t because of the pathetic man in front of him. It was
because Jane was watching. That gave him much more sexual
satisfaction than he had anticipated; made him even more
determined to finish it and get rid of her.
He took a step backward and snapped his fingers.
«Come here, Jane.»
56 / Kate Pearce
She walked slowly to his side, her expression calm, her hands
clenched at her sides. Minshom ran his hands over Shaw’s
buttocks until he moaned.
«Do you think I should fuck him?»
«I think you should do whatever you wish.»
She sounded far too composed for his liking. He pointed at a
chest of drawers set against one of the walls. «Go and get me the
second drawer and bring it back here.»
He waited until she returned with the shallow drawer,
gestured for her to place it on the floor between them.
«You see that black ebony phallus there in the center?»
«The big one?»
«Yes, pick it up and give it to me.»
Jane bent to do his bidding and handed him the thick
engraved phallus; her fingers trembled when they brushed his.
Ah, so she wasn’t as unaffected as she pretended to be.
«Now go and find me a bottle of oil—there should be some in
the top drawer of that same cabinet.»
She brought back the oil and held it out to him. He shook his
head.
«Put some oil on your fingers and cover the tip of the phallus
with it.»
She moistened her lips with her tongue and failed to meet his
gaze. «I’m not sure I want to do that, my lord.»
«I don’t believe I gave you a choice.»
She looked at him then, her hazel eyes unnaturally bright in
the dim lighting. «And if I don’t?»
He smiled at her. «You wish to take Shaw’s place?»
She swallowed convulsively and opened the bottle of oil,
poured a small amount onto her fingertips. Minshom opened his
hand and let the phallus lie in his palm. Felt his own cock harden
as he watched her fingers work over the engraved surfaces of the
ebony, turning the dull blackness to a glistening, glowing sheen.
«That’s enough.»
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She withdrew her hand
The man got up and went across to one of the black leather
contraptions in the center of the room. He laid facedown, arms
on either side of the horse.
«Grasp the restraints.»
Minshom came up behind Shaw and stared down at the
prostrate man. He kicked Shaw’s feet apart until he could stand
between the man’s legs and raised the whip. Shaw made no
sound at first as the whip flicked over his arse and back. But
Minshom knew all the signs, how he gripped the restraints, his
SIMPLY INSATIABLE / 55
knuckles whitening against the black leather as the whip landed
on his flesh.
After another quick glance at Jane, Minshom lifted Shaw’s
shirt and stared down at his reddened buttocks and sweaty,
quivering skin. Sexually, Shaw did nothing for him. He was far
more interested in the effect his actions were having on his wife.
How much would Jane be able to watch before she fled the room
in horror? How far would he have to take this suddenly
unappealing charade before she broke?
«Please, my lord.»
Shaw’s stuttered words brought Minshom’s attention back to
his victim.
«What do you want, Mr. Shaw?»
«More of the whip, please, my lord, more pain.»
Minshom drew back his arm and landed a perfect blow on
Shaw’s right buttock.
«Like this, Mr. Shaw?»
«God, yes, please... just like that.»
Minshom put a little more effort into his strokes until Shaw
was writhing on the horse and moaning. Red lines marred his
skin and he shoved his hips forward with every stroke. Minshom
drew the tip of the whip down between Shaw’s buttocks and
then lower to nudge his balls.
«What else do you want, Shaw?»
«To be fucked, my lord? Please, I beg of you, fuck me.»
Jane hadn’t moved, her gaze was still fixed on him and Shaw.
Minshom contemplated his options. If he fucked Shaw, she
would probably run. Even though he was hard and ready, it
wasn’t because of the pathetic man in front of him. It was
because Jane was watching. That gave him much more sexual
satisfaction than he had anticipated; made him even more
determined to finish it and get rid of her.
He took a step backward and snapped his fingers.
«Come here, Jane.»
56 / Kate Pearce
She walked slowly to his side, her expression calm, her hands
clenched at her sides. Minshom ran his hands over Shaw’s
buttocks until he moaned.
«Do you think I should fuck him?»
«I think you should do whatever you wish.»
She sounded far too composed for his liking. He pointed at a
chest of drawers set against one of the walls. «Go and get me the
second drawer and bring it back here.»
He waited until she returned with the shallow drawer,
gestured for her to place it on the floor between them.
«You see that black ebony phallus there in the center?»
«The big one?»
«Yes, pick it up and give it to me.»
Jane bent to do his bidding and handed him the thick
engraved phallus; her fingers trembled when they brushed his.
Ah, so she wasn’t as unaffected as she pretended to be.
«Now go and find me a bottle of oil—there should be some in
the top drawer of that same cabinet.»
She brought back the oil and held it out to him. He shook his
head.
«Put some oil on your fingers and cover the tip of the phallus
with it.»
She moistened her lips with her tongue and failed to meet his
gaze. «I’m not sure I want to do that, my lord.»
«I don’t believe I gave you a choice.»
She looked at him then, her hazel eyes unnaturally bright in
the dim lighting. «And if I don’t?»
He smiled at her. «You wish to take Shaw’s place?»
She swallowed convulsively and opened the bottle of oil,
poured a small amount onto her fingertips. Minshom opened his
hand and let the phallus lie in his palm. Felt his own cock harden
as he watched her fingers work over the engraved surfaces of the
ebony, turning the dull blackness to a glistening, glowing sheen.
«That’s enough.»
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She withdrew her hand
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