Nicholas Riley is at my feet, securing them to two ends of a spreader bar. I’ve not been this bound since the night on the fence, and my stomach rattles anxiously. Chelsea’s eyes augment every sensation, adding her lust to my own climbing body heat. When he finishes with my feet, he’s at my side, the doorway broad enough for him to move around me easily with a crop he uses to strike my thighs. When he backs away, he strikes my vulnerable ass. He hits hard enough to bring tears to my eyes—perhaps ever harder because there are her eyes looking at each strike. I can’t see Chelsea with my back to her face, but I can feel the intensity of her quandary as her eyes bore into the reddened skin on my ass. When he strikes my shoulders, I scream softly. This unexpected change has me irate and
