Continued!

Nadia steps back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Enough talk,” she says, her voice firm. “Show us what you’ve learned.” She produces a whip from her side, the leather cracking lightly through the air. The man flinches, his body instinctively tensing, but he remains kneeling, his gaze fixed on her.

Alex moves to the rival, her hands guiding them to their knees. “You will watch,” she says, her voice low. “And you will learn.” The man feels the rival’s presence beside him, their shared vulnerability a strange comfort. Nadia raises the whip, her movements deliberate, and the man holds his breath, waiting for the strike.

The whip lands on his back, the sting sharp and immediate. He bites his lip, suppressing a cry, his body trembling as the pain radiates through him. Nadia’s eyes meet his, her expression unreadable. “Good,” she says, her voice approving. “You’re learning to take it.”

Alex steps closer, her hand resting on the rival’s shoulder. “Your turn,” she says, her voice firm. The rival nods, their breath steady, and the man watches as the whip lands on their back, the sound echoing through the room. The rival bites their lip, their body trembling, and the man feels a strange sense of solidarity.

Nadia lowers the whip, her eyes scanning the scene with satisfaction. “Now,” she says, her voice low, “you will pleasure each other. Show us your devotion.” The man hesitates, his pride warring with his submission, but Alex’s hand presses firmly between his shoulder blades, guiding him forward.