Axel froze in the doorway when he saw Skye kneeling there.
Desperately fighting against the urge to “rescue” her, he finally walked in and silently closed the door behind him.
Landry touched a finger to his lips and motioned Axel over to the kitchenette area. There, they had an iPod and a Bluetooth speaker. Axel started to thumb through it when a stupid thought hit him.
Duh.
He pulled his phone from his back pocket, set it to Do Not Disturb, and thumbed his music icon. He guessed how long this might take and quickly dropped three of his favorite albums into a new playlist, then connected the phone to the speaker.
Before he could hit play, Landry tapped his shoulder and pointed down, at Axel’s shoes. Then he leaned in to whisper in Axel’s ear. “We are barefoot. Take them off so she’s guessing.”
He quickly removed his sneakers and socks and took a deep breath before he hit play.
As Landry recognized the music, he turned, smiled, and gave Axel a thumbs-up. So did Cris.
Bob simply watched, looking like he was trying not to glare at him.
Landry waved Axel over to stand by the cross, then pointed at Cris and Bob to get Skye standing. They brought her up a few feet from the cross and stopped her before Landry.
Landry reached out, grabbed Axel’s arm, and hauled him over so Axel was standing directly in front of her, inches away.
Landry smiled and spoke close to her ear, loud enough for Axel to hear. Already, Skye was starting to slowly sway in time to the music.
Hismusic.
“Girl, are you prepared to be used hard tonight by your Sir? He’s here, so you may address him. I speak for him right now, answer me as if answering him directly.”
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled around the ball gag.
“Color.”
“Green, Sir.”
“Are you going to make your Sir proud tonight and show him what a good and well-trained girl you are for him?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Landry tapped Axel’s shoulder, held up his right hand palm-up, and wiggled his first and second fingers.
He didn’t get it until Landry pointed down between her legs.
Oh. Oh!
To the man’s credit, Landry didn’t roll his eyes.
Bob did.
Cris and Bob both wore amused smirks where they stood on either side of her, holding her arms to keep her steady.
Axel felt her breath against his skin, he stood so close. He reached between her legs and was shocked when he felt how wet she was. She flinched, but then let out a soft moan and arched her back, hips thrusting toward him.
“That’s right,” Landry said. “You want to be a good girl for your Sir and show him what you can do for him, don’t you?”
This time when she answered, it was more moan than speech around the gag. “Yes, Sir.”
Landry tapped Axel’s left hand and pointed at her right nipple.
He took the hint and started playing with it, then the left, back and forth as he slowly slid his fingers in and out of her pussy.
