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This was more than a touch; it was quick bursts of flat pain. She understood what he’d meant by thuddy, and she loved it. “This… Yes.”

“Say my name.”

“Please, Rafe.” Then for the first time, because it was natural, she added, “Sir.”

“I’d put a ribbon around the moon for you.” When he flicked his hand, sending the flogger flying against her cunt in a brutal kiss, she screamed his name.

“Did you come?”

“I…”

He pulled the implement away. “Did you come?” His carefully enunciated demand made her shiver.

“You know I did. But it’s not my fault.”

“Does that mean you’re blaming me for your misbehavior?”

Ever since he pressed the thorn against her, she’d been on a knife’s edge. The fact that he’d denied her a climax several times had made her more orgasmic than ever before. Sensing danger, she answered, “No. Sir. I meant that I’ve been so turned on by your skilled”—evil—“ways this entire evening.” She opened her eyes, unaware that she’d closed them.

“Celeste mentioned you should go into PR. I concur.”

He returned to his closet. Something tinkled, like metal playing on wood. His cufflinks? Then silence echoed around her. Her trepidation built, as he no doubt intended.

When he exited, his shirtsleeves were rolled up. He’d never been sexier.

“I will be with you in less than sixty seconds.”

She nodded. The man was masterful. In leaving her tied in the middle of his bed, naked, flogged, her pussy sizzling, she was hyperaware of her submission to him.

Though she strained her hearing, she couldn’t quite make out what he was doing.

In less time than he’d promised, he carried a wooden chair into the room.

“This will suit our needs.” It was serviceable and sturdy, like something out of an old-fashioned classroom. “In fact, I may leave it in here permanently.” He placed it near one of the windows. “Please come to me.”

Since her hands were tied, his request challenged her. She wriggled toward the edge of the mattress.

Watching her with avid interest, he said, “Now I want you on your knees, then turn around.”

“I suspect I’m not the first one you’ve given this direction to.”

“You’d be wrong.”

Startled, she stared at him.

“You’re the first submissive I’ve had in this bed.”

Since she wasn’t sure how to respond, she accepted his help to her knees. “You like watching me struggle.”

“It’s as exciting as fuck. I’m considering ordering you to grind your pelvis against the mattress and watching you get yourself off. Shouldn’t take much since your cunt is already hot from my lash.”

An illicit thrill raced through her. What the hell was it about him that turned her into a sex fiend, horny for each new experience?

“In fact—”

“No. No, no, no, no, no. No.”

“No?” In his maddening way, he raised one of his eyebrows. “No is not a safe word.”

She knew that.

“Oh, yes. I want to watch you fuck my bedding.”

She was humiliated. Worse, she was aroused.

“Back into the middle of the bed.” He held on to her while she faced away from him. Then he checked her bonds and tightened them again before lowering her facedown onto the mattress. “Now do the nasty to my bedding,” he said.

Thankful her heated face was buried in the covers, so he couldn’t see her, she awkwardly rotated her hips.

“Again, with more enthusiasm.”

“God.” She made the same stilted move.

“Get out of your head. Pretend I’m not here, if that’s easier.”

How could she? His scent lingered everywhere, and his words rumbled in her head.

“I mean it, Hope. Stop thinking. Do, rather than worry.”

Having her hands tied behind her back restricted her movements and shifted her body weight. But that meant she could use the leverage to stimulate her breasts.

“Stalling any longer will make your upcoming spanking even worse.”

Concentrating on following his orders, she shifted her upper body back and forth.

“Better. I love watching your ass shimmy.”

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