Page 111 of Shadow

His hand cupped her pussy, and he tisked, shaking his head. “I feel stubble. When was the last time you waxed?”

Sabrina closed her eyes. “Three weeks ago, Sir.”

Tyson’s hand landed hard on Sabrina’s pussy. “Unacceptable. You know the rules are that you keep your cunt smooth at all times. Even if that means you have to shave between waxes. How am I supposed to enjoy your pussy on my tongue if I have to taste hair?”

“I’m sorry, Master. Please punish me for my neglect.”

“We’ll see how much punishment you need after your inspection is complete.” He shoved a finger in her mouth and felt around. What he was looking for, Olivia did not know. She suspected it was just to make the inspection more jarring and humiliating, though.

“Bend over and spread your cheeks. Ass toward the window.”

Sabrina bent at the waist and reached behind her, spreading her cheeks until her puckered asshole was on display. Tyson made a show of running his fingers the length of her crack. “Hair here, too. What if a Dom wishes to taste your asshole? What are you going to say when he’s disgusted by your poor grooming habits?”

Sabrina didn’t move from her position. “I’m going to apologize and beg to be disciplined, Master. My lack of grooming is unacceptable as the club alpha.”

Tyson fisted a hand into her hair and yanked upward. “Is there a reason for your neglect, girl?”

Sabrina’s voice was tearful. “Not a good one, Sir. Family stuff made me miss my normal appointment. But that is no excuse.”

Tyson hummed and pulled out his phone, flipping through screens until he stopped at something. “It’s been nearly six months since you’ve needed a punishment, Sabrina. That’s impressive. You’re our alpha for a reason. So, I’m going to let this go with a warning. However, you are to be inspected upon your arrival at the club tomorrow. In the middle of the dungeon by the head Master of the evening. If your grooming has not been corrected, you will have your pussy and ass whipped soundly.”

Sabrina ducked her head. “Thank you, Master Vance. That is gracious of you. I am unworthy of such mercy.”

“Everyone deserves mercy sometimes, Sabrina. Just don’t let it happen again. Now thank me for my mercy with a little cock worship while I decide how I intend to fuck you tonight.”

Olivia was certain her panties were drenched as she watched the scene unfold. Never had she witnessed such a dichotomy of objectification. It was simultaneously beautiful and degrading. She fought the urge to lift her dress and slide a hand in her panties to relieve the pressure that continued to build between her thighs.

As she was contemplating doing just that, the door from the hallway opened, and she jumped. Stifling a scream when she realized it was Ripley. His gaze went from Olivia to the window and back to Olivia again.

“Hello, baby girl. If I’m not mistaken, subs aren’t allowed on the furniture here.”

His tone was so casual, but his expression said she better get on her knees in front of the couch immediately if she didn’t want a spanking. With no further prodding, she slid onto the floor. Then she lifted her dress over her head.

“Chef Vance said subs are only allowed bras and panties,” she said helpfully when he raised a quizzical eyebrow at her.

“Such a good girl. But I think I want you naked.”

When she’d removed the rest of her clothes and knelt again, he was sitting on the couch. He ran his fingers through her hair while they watched Sabrina pull Tyson’s cock free and begin to lavish it with attention in the form of kisses, licking, and sucking.

“I have to say, watching Tyson get his dick sucked was not on my list for our date tonight, baby girl.”

Olivia giggled. “Mine either, Daddy. But it’s kind of hot, don’t you think?”

Ripley raised an eyebrow. “You think Tyson is hot?”

Olivia blushed and dropped her gaze. “He’s attractive. But I was mostly talking about Sabrina. I have to confess, when Tyson was inspecting her and threatening to punish her, I…”

“You what, baby girl?”

“I kind of wanted to taste her pussy. I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad. I would never do anything like that.”

Ripley’s hand tangled in her hair and gripped hard. “Is your pussy wet right now?”

“Soaked, Daddy,” she whispered.

Ripley pulled upward on her hair. “Stand and show me.”

She stood and spread her legs wide, thrusting her hips out for him to see her glistening pussy.

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