Luc's mouth just about dropped open when he saw the hand was attached to his boss, and Marcus had a whip held in his other hand. Of course, Luc had read about things like this on the internet, but he never expected to witness it. He knew enough to know what was happening inside the room though. A tingling traced its way through him, centering in his cock and spreading outward as he watched. What he saw tapped into something inside Luc that he barely understood.

Marcus leaned slightly forward to whisper to the luscious red head, the lingering caress of his hand smoothing over the curve of her ass. Another visible shiver ran through the lithe frame as her head tipped backwards. Her words came out as a breathy pleading. "Yes, please, I need more, Sir."

As if in reward for the begging, the small whip quickly flicked in Marcus' hand, laying several more welts, crisscrossing against the pale skin. Each touch caused the woman's body to squirm as she moaned.

Luc shifted, from foot to foot, wriggling with the woman as he raised his hand to cover his mouth to prevent any sound from escaping him. The sight had an erotic feel to it that touched him unexpectedly, and Luc could almost feel each stroke of the whip himself.