11Back at the penthouse, just a short half-mile up California Street, Zeke came around to Kate’s front and knelt to replace Celi. He fondled her ass as he lowered his mouth to kiss her belly and then kiss and lick his way down to her dripping p***y lips. Kate contorted and pulled against her chains, moaning wantonly.
“Sheer torture,” Harry said.
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary yet, Master Hill. She’s set to go off like a rocket, judging from her soaked thighs.”
“Torture for me, you beast,” Harry laughed. “Not the delicious little slave slut.” He heaved a great sigh. “Please put her up on the end of the bed, Captain. Position 22b.”
Kate’s wrists were released, but only for a moment. Zeke and his unspeaking assistant put her on her knees on the end of the bed, still facing the main c
