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The small, knotted end scored against my stomach as I breathed hard through my nose. Looking down, I noticed a pronounced red line that angrily stood out against my skin. I’d long dreamed about a man leaving his mark on me—not necessarily with a whip, but it made me swoon.
‘Look at the way your pupils dilate. I hear the desperate little gasps as I touch you. I know who you are.’
Another bite of the whip on my thigh, closely followed by one wrapping around my ass. I bit down on my lip to stifle my cries.
‘You’re a little fucking liar,’ he said, tilting my face to meet his intense gaze. ‘You thought I wouldn’t be able to tell that you were an entirely different person?’
‘I’m sorry,’ I sobbed, trying to avoid his eyes. ‘Ruby made me do it.’
Wrapping his hand around my throat, he applied enough pressure to steal my breath away. His lips lightly grazed mine—not in a kiss, but a brief initial contact that made me quiver.
‘I should fire you on the spot for impersonating one of my employees.’
‘Please, no. We need the money. Ruby broke her foot and can’t work,’ I pleaded, my voice small and broken. When he finally released my throat, I took a stuttering breath.
Repositioning himself, Ewen gripped my hair and turned me around until I faced an ornate full-length mirror. He stood behind me, body towering over my shoulder.
‘Look at yourself. Covered in my marks, standing here in nothing but that tiny scrap of fabric. There’s nothing left to hide behind.’
Dropping the whip, he reached around me and slid his fingers beneath my panties. As they drew steady circles over my clit, my entire body swayed in response, pressed against his.
‘Give me your name,’ he rasped against my ear, eyes never leaving mine in the reflection.
I didn’t. Whether it was me trying to push him further or avoiding letting him see the real me, I was unsure.
Ewen roughly tugged my panties down my thighs and pushed a finger inside me. The view in the mirror only compounded how deliciously filthy it felt to have him there.
I moaned and tipped my head back, grinding myself against him as I felt the stretch of his finger. Tenderness wasn’t in play as he fucked me against his hand. His other one still sank tightly into my hair.
‘Name,’ he growled. Pleasure coiled deep in my stomach at his rough touch—a sensation I had never experienced on my own. The marks and pain blended into one, driving me wild.
My thighs trembled until I was at a precipice, so close to tumbling. Would he finally make me come? Give me the sensation I’d only ever dreamt of?
When his fingers withdrew, I cried out, sagging against the suspended cuffs. ‘No! Why did you stop? I was so close.’
The whip met my thighs and ass again in a flurry of strokes, each building on the tension infusing my body.
‘Please?’ I begged.
‘You want my fingers? Look at you, you little slut. Begging for more.’ Ewen’s voice thickened, and he shoved his fingers deep into my mouth, making me gag. ‘You never said where you wanted them.’
My stomach heaved at the invasion of my throat, his fingers wiping my juices all over my tongue. A smirk crossed his lips when fresh tears washed over my cheeks. My pussy clenched over nothing, needing him back there so badly.
Strings of saliva hit my chest as he withdrew his fingers before shoving them roughly back inside me. The pain made me cry out at the burning stretch until he grabbed my face in his other hand. Ewen leaned so close to me that I could feel each of his breaths on my wet cheeks. ‘Ride my fingers. Show me how fucking desperate you are to be turned into my personal cum dumpster.’
His words were degrading. Vile. But they sent electricity right to my pussy. With shame heating my cheeks, I rocked my hips, eyes rolling as pleasure built again.
‘Such a good girl,’ he crooned, his eyes never leaving my face as he held me pinned. ‘Made to dance on my fingers. It feels good, doesn’t it?’
‘Yes,’ I breathed, losing myself to the sensations. The urge to kiss him stole over me, but I daren’t. When he curled his fingers and grinned as I buckled, I about lost my mind.
‘Give me your name,’ he demanded, his eyes glittering. God damn, he was enjoying torturing me.
‘No.’ But the last spark of defiance I felt was crumbling with every stroke of his fingers.
I closed my eyes and panted, so close to what must have been an orgasm. Pleasure vibrated on every nerve ending, like music swelling to the crescendo. I was going to come. Holy shit.
‘Oh my god,’ I whispered, arching my hips violently to crash my clit against his hand.
