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someone before seeking your own comfort so this never happens again.”

Brandon nodded vigorously. “You can believe it, sir!”

“On the other hand, Rosemary is a grown woman, capable of making her own

decisions. For good or ill, she has made this one. Let’s go and relieve your client of her pastry and escort her to the punishment suite.”

“You’re coming along, Director?”

“Yes, I am. Since your team is otherwise occupied, I will be your witness.”

“Thank you, sir.” A sigh of relief lifted the boy’s impressive chest. After seeing his panicked reaction, noting the instinctual way he looked to Pavel for guidance, Kaila couldn’t help thinking of him as an older teenager, though she knew all the staff had to be at least twenty-five.

“Please, call me Pavel.”

Already heading for his client, Brandon threw a horrified glance over his shoulder.

That look said no way in hell would he dare honor Pavel’s request. Kaila, feeling amused at the young trainer’s hero-worshiping, struggled to smother her grin. She didn’t smile for long.

Brandon’s timid posturing while dealing with Pavel gave way to a firm, masterful

stance with his client. “Rosemary, stand up and empty your pockets.”

Poor Rosemary looked trapped, her gaze whipped to and fro, seeking a way out of her

predicament. Kaila swallowed and dropped her gaze, wishing she were somewhere --

anywhere -- but here, forced to witness this woman’s embarrassment.

A slight pinch on her upper arm had her eyes flying open. Pavel’s pitiless gaze dared her to look away. His unwavering stare seemed to accuse her. Your withdrawal, your

unwillingness to be a friend, is what helped this situation develop along this path.

Grimacing, Kaila gave him a jerky nod and braced her shoulders. Lifting her head, she looked into the haunted eyes of the woman slowly rising to her feet, trying to project her sympathy, wanting the other woman to sense she had an ally among enemies. Scowling,

Rosemary dropped her gaze.

“Empty your pockets.” Brandon repeated his order, his voice gone even harder.

With a defiant toss of her head, Rosemary reached into her right pocket and brought

out the smashed tart. “Here, take it. I don’t want it now, anyway.”

Brandon accepted the worse-for-wear pastry and set it on an abandoned plate.

“Rosemary, you read the rules. You know the consequences for stealing and cheating on your diet.”

She shrugged, her square face set in lines of truculent defiance. “I don’t see what you’re making such a fuss over.” She smiled flirtatiously at Brandon, ignoring both Pavel and Kaila.

“I didn’t eat it, so technically, I haven’t cheated on my diet.”

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“Well, but you would have, if Kaila hadn’t seen you pocket that tart.”

Rosemary’s head whipped around, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Kaila, the

expression in them malevolent and burning. “You rotten little low-life bitch!” Catching herself, she flashed a disparaging glance over Kaila’s sturdy frame. “My mistake, there’s nothing little about you, is there? You just wait, you pathetic, social climbing whore. I’ll teach you to stay out of my business!”

Accepting some of the blame for this situation, Kaila tried to ignore the distraught

woman’s insults. While not as big as Kaila, Rosemary was no society tulip -- more like a full-blown magnolia -- having no right to disparage another for excess weight. Feeling

threatened, she was only lashing out at the one person she felt had no power to retaliate.

“Rosemary, this place is loaded with surveillance devices. I didn’t tell them you filched the thing, though I do wish now I’d caught your eye and discouraged you.”

The disbelieving glare she received convinced Kaila to let it go. With a shake of her head, she half turned away, sick at heart over being forced to witness the older woman’s comeuppance. She couldn’t believe she’d actually looked forward to this same thing less than a half hour ago. Now, seeing what her silence had wrought, she’d give anything for the chance to go back and relive the last half hour.

“Let’s go, Rosemary.” Brandon took her by the arm and marched her out of the dining

room. Tight-lipped, Pavel indicated Kaila should follow after and she did. Dread settled in her belly as she wondered what punishment her trainer would mete out. She knew, from his demeanor, he’d determined she deserved to be chastised for her part in this fiasco.

“Where are you taking me?” Rosemary’s voice shook, despite her obvious attempt to

appear calm and in control.

Brandon’s reply was terse, his voice brusque. He had to clear his throat before he

answered, “To the punishment suite.”

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Rosemary pulled back against Brandon’s hold, her eyes wild. Her skin took on a sallow, ugly pallor. “Wait! Stop! I didn’t eat it.” She dug her heels in, trying to slow her progress down the hall toward the bank of elevators.

“You stole it. You intended to eat it.” Brandon’s tone said the argument was over.

“But I didn’t,” she wailed, turning a frantic, pleading gaze on Pavel. “You’re not going to let him punish me! You know who I am!”

Pavel returned her gaze, his own placid and unruffled. “I will stand witness to your

punishment to make sure your trainer remains within the guidelines of the program.”

Rosemary was so shocked she stepped into the elevator without further fuss. Kaila

walked in and went to the very rear, turned, and faced the front. She kept her gaze trained toward the floor, embarrassed and ashamed at having seen and been part of the other

woman’s torment.

Brandon pulled his key chain out of his back pocket and fumbled through the

collection, picking out a thin key that didn’t look like it would fit the lock of any modern door. Kaila watched him insert the key into a narrow opening at the base of the instrument panel and twist.

The key turned smoothly. A click sounded loudly in the small confines of the elevator car. Light illuminated a button that had been dark and inactive and Brandon took a deep breath. Glancing over at Pavel, who nodded at him, he pushed the button and then turned to glare at Rosemary as if blaming her for having initiated this sequence of events. Kaila winced, smarting under a similar glare from Pavel. Having already accepted her blame for part of what was happening, she had no defense against his angry disappointment.

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The ride down seemed interminable and Kaila took a moment to wonder how many

floors the compound housed. She leaned against the back wall fervently wishing they would quickly arrive at their destination, just wanting all this to be over.

The car finally came to a smooth halt and the doors slid open onto a dimly lit, though still expensively decorated parlor. The plush carpeting deadened their footsteps as the group exited the elevator and walked left down the hall, which stretched openly before them, lined with doors.

Kaila calculated it had to run the length of the building, corresponding to the huge

reception area and the adjacent dining and ballrooms above them. They turned a corner and the hall became narrower.

The rooms along this corridor all had windows open to the hall. Wide and bare of any

covering, they offered a stark view to the gruesome contents of the rooms. Through one window, Kaila glimpsed tables laden with instruments, gleaming metallically in the low light. A bare chaise, restraints coiled at head and foot, was the only other furniture. She shivered. What the fuck have we signed on for?

The thought of punishment, and just what that could entail, didn’t titillate as it had while she’d been in the restaurant. Faced with the grim reality, the ribbon of dread coiling low in her belly left no room for arousal.

Brandon stopped at the last door on the left. Taking a deep breath, he inserted a key and unlocked the door, gesturing Rosemary before him. “Go in.”

With a worried glance and a shiver that set her loose jowls to shaking, the older

woman crept past, careful not to touch any part of her body to her trainer’s stiffly held torso.

As Brandon moved, preparing to enter the room behind his charge, Pavel laid a hand

on his shoulder. “I have no doubts you can do this, but if you require assistance, you need only gesture.”

The look the younger man shot him held gratitude and determination. “Thank you, sir,

but this is my responsibility. I helped cause this. It would be cowardly to cry for help.

Besides, even I can see she needs to be made aware of how her actions contribute to her failure not only to lose weight, but to find true happiness.”

As the door shut behind the youth, Pavel took Kaila by the arm and moved her over to

the window, bringing her body flush against the bare pane. Stepping up behind her, he pressed close, forcing her into the cold glass. He rested the full weight of his chest on her back, letting her feel the length of his body, his engorged penis digging into the small of her back. Fully extended, steely hard, the promise and threat of his large cock pushing against her made her knees weak, made her hungry.

“As Rosemary suffers, so shall you.” His voice low, mouth brushing against her ear,

Pavel shared his intentions for her. “As punishment, you’re going to watch everything happening to her while I arouse you without allowing you to climax. Whatever Brandon

metes out to her, I’ll later mete out the exact same treatment to you.”

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Her heart thudded in her chest as his words stole her breath. A wave of heat washed

over her, flushing her cheeks, stiffening her nipples, and tightening the muscles fluttering deep in her empty, eager vagina. Shocked at her reaction, she doubted he’d be able to stop her from cresting. She was so horny, he’d only need to touch her and she’d go off like a rocket.

More experienced than she, Pavel had to know what she was thinking. He proved he’d

been thinking along the same lines when he leaned closer and, hands on her shoulders, pressed all along her back until her front molded to the glass. Her thin blouse was no defense as her breasts flattened, pushing her shrinking nipples against the cold pane. “You’re going to tell me every time you get close to coming. And I’m going to stop, only to start all over again.”

“Oh,” she moaned, wriggling against the hard planes of his body. It had been so long

since she’d felt him like this…jutting and hard, his breath loud and frantic in her ear. “That is so not fair, forcing me to participate in my own punishment. What if I decide to come and take the consequences?”

Pavel’s hands tightened on her shoulders and then his grip relaxed. No part of his lips touched her when he asked, “Are you still mine, Kaila?”

Heat flooded her veins. Her pussy clenched on the empty sheath he’d claimed and

conquered. Turning her head, she looked at him from the corner of her eye. “Yes.”

He pulled back. “Then trust me when I say you wouldn’t at all like the consequences of defying me.”

His hand came up and cupped her chin, firmly returned her gaze to the happenings

beyond the window. “Watch. Don’t stop looking, no matter what I’m doing to you.”

Brandon had moved to stand by a table, one hand resting on the edge, the other

holding a strap of some kind. He faced the window. Rosemary stood in the middle of the room, her back toward the door, about three feet from the cot. Her pants were bunched around her ankles. Since she was faced away from the window, Kaila couldn’t see her face, but her arms were clasped about her torso -- hiding her breasts from her trainer? -- and her shoulders were shaking. Kaila thought she was crying.

Pavel stuck his tongue in her ear, driving the tip deep. He stabbed and retreated

rapidly, sending chills up her spine. Desire spilled over into the bowl of her belly, sparked along the top of her thighs. Excitement tingled in the tips of her nipples as he wedged a hand between her body and the glass to tug on a jutting tip through the shirt she wore.

“Do you know why men like fucking a woman’s ear?” His raspy voice scratched along

her nerve endings like nails across a blackboard. Every hair on her arms stood straight at attention. She shivered. How could he make her shiver with both lust and fright? How could she feel excitement when a helpless woman was being disciplined, and she would soon be undergoing the same punishment?

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She let her anger and resentment show in her snappish answer. “Be-because it gives

them a sense of power?”

“No. We love it because the deeper our tongue goes, the narrower the channel gets.

Hot, tight, vulnerable…just like another area we men love so well.”

His other hand came up and tweaked her other nipple. He flattened his palms over

both her breasts and rubbed in a firm circle, fingers digging into the flesh at the outside of her mounds, thumbs meeting in the crease between.

On the other side of the glass, Brandon’s lips moved. Kaila tried to read his lips, but failed, distracted by what Pavel was doing to her. He communicated the other man’s

command for her under his breath. “Remove the rest of your clothes. Don’t make me ask you again.”

She gasped in sympathetic horror. That was why Rosemary was crying. She’d gotten as

far as pushing her pants down and froze, unable to do anything more. She was older than Kaila by probably twenty years or so -- perhaps more. Her old-fashioned mores had just caught up with her predicament. She couldn’t take off her clothes in front of an audience -- a man young enough to be her grandson. A man, moreover, she wasn’t intimate with -- in

front of Pavel and her. Rosemary didn’t have it in her. “Pavel, she can’t! Her upbringing won’t allow her to do it.”

“She will.”

His terse reply brought to mind his last warning to the clients before they’d left the plane: No exceptions made. No mercy…