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I was dying. I was sure of it.

Then he pushed a slick object into my pussy, the vibration a torment meant to destroy me. He worked it in, stretching my walls. The girth of the dildo felt so much broader than Damon’s cock. It was almost too much to handle. Then, with some harness, he fastened it to my waist.

Oh my God, he was going to leave it in me while he administered more of his pleasure torture.

“One more to go.”

Maybe I couldn’t take another one, no matter how much I wanted him to fuck me.

“No more, please, no more.” I could barely focus on anything but the sensations in my pussy.

“You know how to stop this.”

“Will you listen if I do?” I taunted him, unable to hide my agitation.

“You already know the answer to that.” He pressed his finger along my too swollen and hyper-sensitive clit, circling round and round. “Would you like to continue with the crop or move to the cat or the whip?”

“What?” I tried desperately to clear my head and focus on his question, not the pulsing between my legs.

Crop, cat, or whip. Crop, cat, or whip.

When the crop landed, the heightened pain level numbed my mind and sent me on a ride of euphoria.

The cat-o’-nine-tails gave a bite meant to sting and singe the skin, then leave a dull ache I craved more.

The whip wrapped itself around the body in a wicked caress and then disappeared, leaving its mark of breath-stealing, searing agony and delicious bliss.

I closed my eyes, taking in shallow breaths. My brain wasn’t functioning. He couldn’t seriously expect me to decide.

Then, before I realized what came out of my mouth, I answered, “Whip.”

“This won’t take long, and then I’m taking that beautiful ass of yours.”

“You can’t be serious.”

With the dildo and him inside me, filling me so tight, I wouldn’t be able to take even the slightest inhale.

“Your cunt is occupied.”

The first crack of the whip hit the air. It wasn’t until a second or so later that I felt the warm sting across my bottom. The icy, hot pain followed, and soon afterward, a dull, delicious ache replaced it.

“More,” I gasped. “Do more.”

“Greedy,” he teased.

“Yes. You knew this.”

Another strike landed across my back.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

This one burned. The pleasure wasn’t as fast, coming slower, in a tingle.

Three came in succession, my mind whirling with the onslaught of pain and elation.

Dizziness engulfed me.

Another series scored my calves, my thighs, my ass.

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