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his or her slave. The result was the same. Pure, unadulterated lust.
    That was one of the reasons Neo had such a difficult time re-training Academy graduates. They wanted to be on the receiving end of the whip and revel in the bliss that came with the anguish of a thorough whipping and the humiliation that was never far behind.
    “Kneel,” Neo commanded. “Over the cushion on that bench.”
    He didn’t have to point. There was only one bench where they stood, and it was higher than most, crafted specifically for such a demonstration.
    Dante’s tongue snaked out to wet his lips, the gesture more erotic than he’d probably intended. He glanced at the crowd, which had fallen deathly silent to watch the display.
    After only a moment’s hesitation, Dante turned his back on those assembled and bent over the cushion, lifting his sculpted ass high in the air. A wave of pure, unadulterated lust washed over Neo.
    Saints, the man had the most perfect ass he’d ever laid eyes on. Perfectly formed cheeks bordered the crevice hiding Dante’s tight sphincter. Below the mouthwatering crack, his balls hung, low and heavy, between his rippling thighs.
    Before Neo could raise the whip, Sophia ran around the other side of the bench. She tangled her fingers in Dante’s curls and pressed her mound to his mouth.
    Dante inhaled sharply, his balls drawing up close to his shaft at the smell of her. She urged him on silently, her hips moving, her pussy pushing close to Dante’s face.
    Neo frowned, confusion swirling through his mind. He couldn’t remember ever hearing of a High Priestess participating in a showing ceremony, but then again, he hadn’t attended any in the past, either. Perhaps this was part of a bizarre ritual required by the Academy’s patron Saint.
    Dante’s mouth clamped firmly on Sophia’s pussy. Her back arched and a tortured cry escaped her lips as Neo brought the whip down, lashing Dante’s skin. A perfect red welt rose up where the braid had touched the man’s flesh, but no sound rose from his throat.
    A second strike hit lower, at the junction where Dante’s buttock met his thigh. This time, a low gasp muffled by Sophia’s pussy slid through the garden, followed by the appreciative murmurs of those assembled.
    Dante didn’t try to kick or twist away. Instead, he licked Sophia’s cunt with more ferocious hunger, delving inside the pink depths of her folds, making her cry out again and again. And he angled his ass closer to Neo’s whip, the motion defiant and sexy beyond belief.
    Oh, Saints . This was definitely not what Neo had expected. The need to push Dante past of the point of resistance burrowed low in his balls as he gripped Dante’s waist, holding him down though it wasn’t necessary. The man’s skin radiated warmth, heat blazing from the places where he’d been hit.
    Lust raging out of control, Neo continued to whip Dante. The pleasure servant’s tongue worked faster, harder, at Sophia’s pussy, swirling around the tight little nub Neo could see peeking from beneath its delicate hood and the neatly-trimmed black curls decorating her plump labia. Dante drew out her musky scented heat, letting it linger and wrap around Neo until he felt like he was drowning in the combined scents of male and female arousal, both wreaking havoc on his libido.
    Neo let his sharp strokes fall vigorously, holding nothing back. He removed his hand from Dante’s waist and wrapped it around his cock, pumping his fist over the length of his shaft in time with the blows. The plaited switches lashed Dante’s ass, turning it a vivid red, marring the perfectly sculpted flesh with deep scores that marked him as Neo’s property even before the paperwork had been drawn up.
    There wasn’t a doubt in Neo’s mind that he wanted this man. He had to have him, had to train him. Dante took the whipping like a trained pro, but the fiery hunger in the way he pleasured Sophia told of barely constrained anger simmering beneath the