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“Fuck,” Kaydon grunted, and Adria could tell that he had lost control and orgasmed into Seth’s mouth.

“You’re gonna fucking pay for that, Seth,” Kaydon growled, re-upping his grip on the girl.

Then two things happened simultaneously.

Regan grabbed Bryson’s hair and pulled his head forward, pressing his face into Natalia, and he himself shoved three fingers into Daliah. Bryson moved furiously up and down and side to side with his ball gag, smashing his face into her.

Both Daliah’s and Natalia’s screams filled the room for no less than a minute until the room fell into a strange silence.

Relief, ecstasy, and pleasure radiated all around, but there was also a heaviness that Adria knew well.

Punishments had been promised for infractions, and Adria waited to see how Regan would follow through.

CHAPTER 43

NORTH CAROLINA

Bryson shook in between Natalia’s thighs. His mind fought his body. His face soaked with the girl’s juices. He was humiliated and turned on at the same time.

The sounds of Kaydon struggling against Seth’s gentle sucking had him aching.

Adria’s face came into view. She was assessing him. Not wanting to give her anything, he closed his expression.

This whole setup was designed for one thing. They were her trainees, not her submissives, not her pets. They were numbers to her.

She wanted them to know they were things for her to play with.Thingsthat she would be shipping out shortly.

If it killed him, he would make sure the three of them got high marks at the auction. At the very least, he could do that much for her after all she had done for them. Whatever else he had imagined was just that, a figment of his imagination.

Foreign fingers gripped his hair, and he steeled himself. Regan tightened his grip, and Bryson allowedhim to lead. Feeling cold and vulnerable, he was pushed face down and ass up on a nearby table.

Adria’s familiar fingers ran between his shoulder blades, and his traitorous body relaxed.

“I’m curious, stallion. What did you say to him?” Adria asked.

Regan said, “I told him if he didn’t submit, I’d fuck him until he came right after I made the girls come.”

Her fingers froze, making Bryson question whether Regan had the authority to threaten something like that.

A silent exchange happened above him, and he wished he could see her face.

When Regan spoke next, his voice was unsure.

“Mistress, he complied, so I have selected an alternative punishment for him.”

“Punishment for him?” Adria sounded strange.

“Yes, Mistress,” he spoke slowly, and Bryson had to bite his tongue. He wanted to wheel around and punch Regan in his stupid face.

“Because he paused after an order, ten minutes of punishment from me—per your request…” he trailed off, losing his footing. Bryson silently prayed Adria would show him what she was made of.

“Yes, of course. I remember. Stallion, please proceed.”

Bryson scowled into the table. Regan hesitated behind him, and Bryson could feel the energy shift.

“I am greatly enjoying the show, and plan to give Loretta a glowing review, along with a reward for your performance.”

Fuck, why did that feel so hard to hear.

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