I caught a full frontal of him as he laid there, his eyes only on Odelle. His c**k was ramrod hard, but I knew Odelle wouldn’t be happy with just that. She had a mind to push this boy beyond what he had already endured, and make him pay for the Laura’s f**k.
“Did you enjoy that little p***y last night?” Odelle said, her boots resuming their stroll around Patrick. “I didn’t think you deserved it, but Mistress Elizabeth insisted. Not as any reward to you, of course. She needed to teach Laura a lesson; that she will give her slave to whomever she wants, whenever she wants. Just like I’ll do with you someday. Or not. It all depends.”
Odelle’s whip descended, a nine foot long dressage number. It belonged to Madame Renata and many were the times I felt its bite while hooked up to a pony cart.
