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The first few breaths, she kept her eyes closed. When she opened them, she was staring at Benson’s stomach. It was bare—he’d stripped off the vest at some point.
She raised her eyes just enough to look at the tattoo on his right pec.
“Panic or pain?”
“Pain,” she replied.
“What hurt?”
Mal pursed her lips and looked up. “Probably when you cropped my clit.”
He smirked. “That was barely a love tap.”
“I can feel my heart beating in my clit. It’s still throbbing.”
Benson braced his hands on either side of hers and leaned in, his face only inches from her. When he exhaled, she felt the wash of his breath, caught the faint scent of mint either from his toothpaste or breath mint.
“Was that a complaint, sub?”
Arousal skipped down her spine, and her nipples hardened. “I’m sorry, Sir. I was just… bantering.”
“I like banter, as long as you’re not using it to cover something up.” He leaned in, and for a breathless moment, Mal thought he was going to kiss her.
She breathed in as he exhaled, taking his breath into her body.
Then he was gone, spinning away from her, and Mal had to look away and swallow hard to keep the disappointment in check.
“Lay back, legs spread. Same position.”
At that, she whipped around.
Benson was standing at the foot of the table, waiting.
Slowly, she lay back. Pressing the soles of her feet against the stone, she spread her knees.
“What’s next, Sir?”
“We’re not done.”
Mal’s eyes closed. “We’re not done with…”
He tapped the handle of the flogger—which he must have picked up off the ground—against her calf. “Not done whipping your pussy.”
“Sir… I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“What color?”
“Yellow.”
Though she knew she had every right to use the word—that Benson wanted her to—she winced as she spoke.
“Thank you for telling me.” He massaged her inner thighs, petted her knees. “I want you to reach down and spread your pussy so I can examine your clit. After that, we’ll see what’s next.”
CHAPTER 8
Benson reached down to adjust his leathers. He was rock hard, and though he enjoyed the pressure against his cock, it might distract and he wouldn’t risk anything pulling his focus off the woman so submissively laid out for his use.
Mal’s lower lip trembled and her fingers were shaking as she reached between her legs.
