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“Now, for your punishment. Ten strokes.”
She focused her blurry vision on the whips at his belt but he made no move to detach either. “Ten strokes?”
“Pull the weight almost out then push it deep inside, ten times. You are not allowed to come until after the final stroke.”
Sam nodded and pulled on the weight. It slid along the tight walls of her channel, prompting another breathy moan before she shoved it deep inside again with a cry.
“One.”
Oh God, he was counting the strokes, like a captain overseeing a sailor’s whipping. Her muscles tightened around the weight, trying to hold it, contain it, but she obediently slid it to the very edge before thrusting it back inside. Another sharp cry burst from her lips.
“Two.”
Her vision filled with gray, starbursts of light obscuring the rest of her sight. Sound dimmed, lost behind the roaring tide of the blood in her ears. The weight rose and fell again.
“Three.”
She’d never make it to ten. The punishment was going to kill her. But, God, what a way to go! She moved faster, pulling and pushing.
“Four. And you must bring it all the way to the end for the strokes to count.”
She whimpered. How many strokes had he refused to count? Carefully, spreading her legs as wide as possible so that he could see she was obeying him, she brought the weight to the very edge of her vagina and let it hang there a moment, supported only by her tight ring of muscle. Then she shoved it back where she needed it to be.
“Five.”
Again, she let the weight hang, this time rotating it so that it caressed the opening to her pussy. Moaning deeply, she thrust it inside.
“Six.”
She lost the ability for anything more creative, simply pulling the weight until it stretched her muscles then forcing it back up her channel as hard and fast as she could.
“Seven. Eight.”
Her legs trembled, her ass bouncing on the old recliner cushion in a puddle of her fluids. Her nipples were so tight she thought her breasts might be trying to turn themselves inside out. And every breath was a struggle to drag oxygen past the shards of glass filling her lungs.
“Nine.”
She wanted to come. She needed to come. Her muscles clenched the weight, refusing to release it, begging her to stroke it faster, deeper and harder until she got what she needed. The fingers of her other hand twitched, wanting to grab her clit and rub it hard until she split in two from the release.
But she did none of those things. She pulled the weight exactly as far out as Giacomo had told her to then pushed it back in.
“Ten. Good girl. You’ve been punished enough. Now you may have your reward.”
“Oh yes, please.”
“Take the weight out.”
Sam tugged the heavy steel all the way out of her body. It stretched the sensitive ring of muscle at her entrance, pressing hard against her nerves as it slid free and triggered an explosion.
She screamed, bouncing and trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy tore through her helpless body, the ripples flowing out and back, crashing against the later ripples to form new and exquisite wave patterns of pleasure. Long after she lost her voice, long after exhaustion claimed her limp body, pleasure still pooled and flowed through her veins.
When she finally opened her eyes, the room was noticeably dimmer than it had been but Giacomo was still standing before her, hands on hips, an arrogant smirk on his lips.
Sam tried to speak, resulting in only a hoarse croak. Licking her lips and swallowing, she tried again.
“I’ve changed my mind. I give you permission to master me.”
Chapter Three
