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asleep, but when she awoke, she was alone again.
    “Do not make me repeat myself, Shar’ia.”
    Sliding off the bed, Shar’ia padded across the floor to where the men stood side by side. She dropped to her knees and grasped her hands as she’d been told to do. Her gaze steered upward to stare at the two giants. “Yes?”
    “Master,” Joseferus added. “You will address me as Master.”
    Okay. I can handle this. A delicious bloom of heat sparked to life in her belly. Her femininity grew moist. Please don’t make this a repeat of our first meeting. “Yes, my master?”
    “Your main punishment is over, but your sin has not yet been atoned,” Joseferus told her. “Today, we begin the next phase of your punishment. Do you understand, Tesra? ”
    Shar’ia licked her suddenly dry lips and nodded. Instinctively, she wanted to demand an explanation, to be told where she stood in the schematic of the Vor Cand and the duration of her punishment, but if she’d learned anything about the duo, they were as tight lipped as a Correlian Lobster.
    Leanderus released his cock and led it to her lips. The music came rushing back when Joseferus cupped her head in his enormous hand.
    Her nipples turned to hard buds, and a crashing ache took hold of her core. Yes. Allowing Joseferus to set the pace, she moaned when he moved so he stood behind her and clasped her head in both his hands. He set a luxurious pace, smoothly guiding her head up and down Leanderus’ erection.
    Her pulse rushed in her ears as she took the massive cock farther and farther down her throat. A groan rumbled from Leanderus, and she wondered how he’d managed to keep his hands at his sides. She clenched her fingers so hard, her digits began to hurt. Working her tongue over the sensitive underside, her body hungered for a cock to ride.
    Part of her feared them turning up the heat and leaving her to suffer the consequences. The other part of her kept reassuring her this time was different. How she’d come to that conclusion, she didn’t have a clue, but she prayed she wasn’t setting herself up for disappointment.
    “Are you wet for us, Shar’ia?” Joseferus asked when he’d pulled her back so only the tip of Leanderus’ cock was between her lips. “Do you want us to fuck you hard?”
    “Yes.” Her answer was muffled. Her heart felt ready to thrum right out of her chest. With her inner thigh muscles trembling and her pussy soaking wet, she was desperate to grab Leanderus’ cock and pull him down on top of her. She was going to come this time or lose her mind. “Master.”
    “Enough.” Joseferus growled.
    “No,” she cried when Leanderus stepped back. “Please, don’t do this to me.”
    Unceremoniously lifted to her feet, Shar’ia screamed when Joseferus practically tossed her on the bed. She landed facedown. The feel of a palm cracking against her bum brought her back to reality. A low groan whispered past her lips when the punishing hand swiped over her cloth-covered behind. “By the Holy Mother,” she muttered. Her entire body shook with lust.
    “You will speak only when commanded to,” Joseferus said. “Do you understand, Tesra ?”
    Swallowing hard, Shar’ia nodded. “Ah,” she squealed when another slap was delivered to her bottom. Again, the sting was brushed away. The fingers inched closer to her cleft. Her breath turned to quick gasps. “I understand.”
    Another swat rocked from where it landed on her tender ass cheek up her spine.
    She tried to wiggle her ass closer to the hand resting on her butt. “I understand, Master.”
    “On your hands and knees—now!” Joseferus commanded.
    Her jumpsuit stretched taut over her crotch, adding a new sensation to her aching core. The tightness of the cloth drove the throb higher. The chest of the jumpsuit drew tight across her nipples. Her hips rocked slightly to and fro. Please. Please. Please.
    “Did I say you could move?” Leanderus entered the conversation on that question. His