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witnessing this little moment of intimacy would have served to cement that belief.
    What game was the High Priestess and her little pet playing? Worse yet -- were they playing him?
    “He failed the first task,” Neo informed Sophia as bitterness rose to the back of his throat. The statement was only partially a lie. Dante’s talent had been unschooled, but the raw, natural emphasis of his tongue gliding across Neo’s flesh had nearly made him squirt his cum in the man’s mouth anyway.
    They didn’t need to know that. As long as he acted like the authority figure he was, he’d remain in control. And in the process, he’d learn everything he needed to know about the Academy’s surreptitious affairs.
    The High Priestess lifted a slender shoulder in a half shrug. Her breasts, large and tipped with rosy areolas and hard nipples, shifted as she moved, heaving with the rhythm of her shallow breathing.
    Oh, yeah. The woman was nervous, all right. Now to push her a little farther over the edge and he’d have her exactly where he wanted her.
    Neo’s cock pulsed, another bead of wetness snaking up to the tip of his shaft. With any luck, he’d have them both . The idea of finally training a man who could keep up with his carnal, commanding lessons made his sac swell full and tight against the base of his shaft.
    He stilled his strokes, realizing he’d taken over where Dante’s mouth had left off and forced himself to drop his hand to his side.
    “The second test is much less complicated, though no one but a true pleasure servant will be able to appreciate it.”
    Sophia’s spine straightened and she exchanged a silent message with Dante, her eyes speaking volumes even though her mouth didn’t utter a word. She was anxious. More so than Dante, whose easy stance and confident attitude betrayed an inner rage, which only served to intensify Neo’s turbulent arousal.
    Neo pointed to a nearby bucket and the thick leather handles that stuck up above the rim. Whips lay dormant in water, waiting for a patron to test their potent sting on a pleasure servant’s creamy flesh. “Bring me one of those.”
    Dante looked like he was about to argue. His gaze shifted to Sophia, who nodded almost imperceptibly. The man’s gaze dropped to her chest, where it lingered for the span of a heartbeat. His cock stiffened, rising up proudly against his flat stomach.
    Doubly interesting . Sucking Neo’s cock hadn’t been a completely unpleasant act for Dante. His cock had responded as much as could be expected, but the man’s erection raged out of control from one potent glance at Sophia’s full, lush breasts.
    Heat pulsed in Neo’s groin as he watched Dante’s long, muscular legs stride toward the bucket. The other patrons were busy dallying with a few pleasure servants of their own choosing, but their gazes continued to dart in Neo’s direction.
    Dante chose a whip and swished it through the air, sending water droplets in every direction. He ran his fingers down the length of the eight-woven switch, his eyes once again locking with Neo’s in silent challenge.
    “I think you’ll find that our servants are as well trained in the art of receiving pain as you’d expect from any of Saint Valentine’s children,” Sophia said. She fidgeted, her fingers intertwining in front of her stomach, betraying her confident words.
    “We’ll see.”
    Neo crossed the distance to Dante and yanked the whip from his grip, then grabbed his wrist and led him to the center of the inner sanctuary, where they were in full view of everyone assembled.
    Saint Valentine’s
Pleasure
Academy
graduates were valued for one ability above all others…that of associating pain with pleasure. The two were almost indistinguishable for a properly trained pleasure servant. The touch of a whip would send exquisite longing into every sensual nerve ending, as would the bite of a switch or the sting of an open palm. It didn’t matter what tool a master chose to use with