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hand he massaged the flat tautness of her belly, pressing hard as though feeling the length of the phallus through her flesh. ‘Tell me…’ The slow rhythm of the wooden cock and his palm became more insistent. His face was set in an emotionless expression that chilled Gabrielle to her bones, although for the life of her she couldn’t have said why. It was as if she had a glimpse of her future – and she didn’t like what she saw at all.
    â€˜Tell me,’ he insisted, and strong fingers slapped her cheek, not hard, but the action still shook her. She whimpered, not in pain, but because of the shock and indignity of being slapped by a complete stranger, and because her eyes darted to Tom kneeling between the girl’s thighs, his tousled head buried between their toned smoothness. But, she had to admit, it wasn’t the first time he had licked another female in her presence.
    â€˜Yes,’ Gabrielle whispered shamefully, closing her eyes. ‘If that’s what you want to hear, then yes, it turns me on…’
    The wooden cock left her, making her gasp softly at the loss, and then the fine leather strands were lightly whipped back and forth across her quivering tummy and breasts.
    â€˜Louder,’ Verity ordered. ‘I want to hear you say it much louder. Tell me exactly what he made you witness. Tell me in detail.’ He loomed over her helpless body again and kissed the thin red weals left by the flail. The movement of his lips was so tender, so loving, and yet Gabrielle harboured the disturbing sense that he despised her – as he despised all women.
    â€˜Once…’ she started, ‘once he brought a whore back to our trailer.’
    Verity laughed. ‘He did what? Did I hear you correctly? He took a whore back to your home?’
    Gabrielle knew what he was thinking; what was she if she wasn’t a whore?
    But she nodded and continued. ‘Yes, a whore… a hooker.’
    â€˜To your home?’
    â€˜Yes, our trailer.’
    â€˜So you live in a trailer.’ Verity was clearly greatly amused. The laughter was harsh – cruel. ‘This gets better by the second.’
    Cheeks fired by embarrassment, Gabrielle nodded and tried to squirm in her bonds.
    â€˜Go on,’ he said, teasingly drawing the leather strands across her breasts. They were damp and she could smell her musk, strong as it always was when she was excited. ‘Tell me about the hooker.’
    â€˜Well, Tom lay on our bed and watched us.’ Gabrielle swallowed hard. She could not be more humiliated than she was right at that moment; naked, bound, and so very vulnerable, and she did not want to tell this stranger what Tom had made her do.
    â€˜He watched? You mean, he made you go with the whore?’ With twinkling eyes he followed her gaze to Tom’s bobbing head. The lovely girl on the sofa was groaning with obvious delight, her eyes closed and the tip of her tongue circling her moist, red, slightly parted lips.
    â€˜Yes,’ Gabrielle breathlessly confirmed. ‘Yes, he made me lick her…’ Her eyes became blurred with tears as she stared at her husband’s head, moving aggressively between the girl’s thighs. ‘He made me lick her, just like that.’
    â€˜Not quite like that, my dear girl,’ Verity corrected. ‘I doubt you had to slip your tongue through a gold ring.’
    Gabrielle shook her head, her red hair lustrous on the white pillow. ‘No,’ she quietly agreed, ‘the girl wasn’t pierced.’
    Verity smiled encouragingly. ‘Now, tell me more about the whore and what your husband made you do with each other.’ He moistened his fingers with her juices and smoothed her pubic curls so that her sex and her erect bud were bared to his gaze and anything he wished to do.
    â€˜Her bottom,’ Gabrielle murmured, slowly beginning to feel she was cleansing her conscience by confessing