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“Five?” she guessed. “But I want to keep going.”

The request stunned him, pleased him. “A few more,” he agreed, not wanting to give her too much the first time. He landed a few between her legs on her upper thighs. And she squealed when he caught her pussy lips with the tips of a couple of strands.

The last few, he landed in the sweet spot area, hoping the sensation would radiate through her.

He looped the handle over one of the O-rings and rubbed her.

“That was incredible.” She stretched her neck. “I’m relaxed and edgy at the same time.”

“Good. Ready for me to use your paddle?”

She tightened her body before visibly exhaling. “Yes.”

“What word is on it?”

She was quiet for so long that he wasn’t sure she was going to answer. “Slut,” she whispered.

“A little louder?” he encouraged.

“Do I have to?” She pulled against the restraints, but then said, “Slut.”

“What kind of slut?”

She turned her head to the side, and he was there, meeting her gaze, being sure she knew she was safe.

“A fuck slut, Sir,” she said.

“Whose? Whose, Kelsey?”

She closed her eyes momentarily then looked at him. “Yours, Sir. Your fuck slut.”

He kissed the side of her neck. “Yeah. Only mine.”

“Please,” she said, evidently remembering his earlier instruction. “Sear my ass with it.”

He picked up the paddle and returned to her. He placed it on her flesh, exactly where he wanted it then he pulled his arm back and laid it on her with full force, marking her with the word.

The slap reverberated in the room, underplayed by her yelp.

He traced the outline of the word while he still could. It would fade in minutes, maybe sooner.

He released her wrists first and he massaged her skin and shoulders. “The minute you move, the clamps may feel worse.”

“I believe you.”

He unfastened her ankles. “Can I help you?” He offered an arm for stability, but she pushed herself onto her knees.

She gasped as the chain dropped.

“I’ll get them right off,” he said. He helped her to sit on top of the bench and she shifted her weight to avoid the plug. Nathan removed the clamps, toying with her nipples until her breathing returned to normal. “How was your first flogging?”

“Uhm…” She raked her hair back from her forehead. “We can do that any time.”

“You liked it?”

“Yes.”

“And the paddle?”

“Your fuck slut, Sir.”

His cock throbbed. “I want to take you from behind,” he said, “so I can see the word imprinted on your sexy little ass.”

As he undressed, she folded his clothes and put them in the drawer alongside hers. “Put the condom on me,” he instructed.

“First time,” she admitted.

“You’ll do fine. The box is on the counter.”

She returned and ripped the package open and placed the condom on his cockhead.

“Other way,” he said.

“Of course.” She held his penis and rolled the latex down, grasping him firmly.

“I’ll let you do that more often,” he said.

“Say the word, Sir,” she said saucily.

“On your stomach, sub.”

She took her time climbing back onto the bench, swaying, moving her body into position with the grace of a ballerina.

“Teasing me, sub?”

She looked over her shoulder? “Me?”

He smacked her ass.

Her smile widened.

“I’ve created a sassy submissive.”

“And what are you going to do about it, Sir?” she asked.

“Fuck you as hard as you deserve.” He fingered her a few times, being sure she was wet for him.

“I’m ready,” she insisted.

“You are when I say you are.” Nathan teased her clit, stroking over it, pressing it, remembering the way she’d screamed when he dripped the wax on her.

Finally, when she was pushing her bottom back toward him, silently asking for more, he repositioned her, pulling her hips toward him. Her knees were near the edge, meaning she was precariously perched, dependent on him to keep her from falling.

It also led to deeper penetration, a greater feeling of possession.

The word was barely visible, but there were a few light marks from the flogger.

He began to ease into her, and she pulled away with a tiny moan of protest.

“It’s different with the plug,” he said soothingly.

“You’re telling me?”

“Give me a second,” he said. “Move forward. Put your knees on the bench.” Nathan left her long enough to squirt lube on his cock before going back to her. He went slowly, going in a fraction of an inch at a time then easing back out then, when he was all the way in, he pulled her hips back.

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