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"It hurts so much,” she said. "I didn’t know it could hurtthatmuch.”
"You’re taking it like you were born for the crop. I wish I had a hundred men here to watch and see what a prize you are. I wouldn’t sell you to the highest bidder, not for all the money in theworld.”
She needed to hear that. It was a balm to her soul. "Thank you, sir,”shesaid.
"Here,” he said. "This might help alittle.”
He put the crop’s strap around his wrist again and slipped his hand between her legs. He stroked her labia and clitoris while she clung to his shoulders to steadyherself.
"Isn’t that nice, love?” heasked.
She nodded against his shoulder, looking down to watch him touch her. She was hot between her legs, hot inside. When he stuck a finger up and into her, she gave a little cry ofpleasure.
"That’s my girl.” He spoke to her like she was a child in need of soothing. So caring. So kind. It was easy to forget that he wasn’t simply the solace for her suffering, he was the cause of it. And she loved the suffering as much as the solace. What had he donetoher?
"Can I come, sir?” She wanted to climax very badly. She could take more pain, if only she could come. Already his fingers were bringing her close. And his hands were so well-proportioned and muscular and lovely that she could rest her head on his shoulder and watch him touch her sex all night andallday.
"Can you come?” He chuckled lightly even as he wiggled his finger inside her. "What sort of question is that? No. Not yet. You know it’s not time yet,sillygirl.”
"I’msorry,sir.”
"It’s fine. It’s fine,” he said soothingly. "I know it’s hard, but you’re doing so well. I would hate for you to give upalready.”
"I won’tgiveup.”
"That’s the spirit.” He grinned at her and tickled her inside to make her laugh. "Now I believe you’ve earned a treat.Haven’tyou?”
"If you sayIhave.”
"And I say you have.” He stopped touching her, but that was for the best. She was almost ready to orgasm. If she did, she knew she’d be in terrible trouble. Even worse, she would have disappointed him, and she couldn’t live with herself if she disappointed him. Not that. Anythingbutthat.
She slowly sank down to the floor, using his body—so solid and sturdy—to steady herself. Once on her knees, it was near torture not to unfasten the falls of his breeches and take his cock into her mouth and suck it. But that wasn’t what she was here for, even though he was stiff and straining so hard against the white fabric she saw it throbbing. She rested her head for a moment against his rock hard thigh and sighed with indescribable pleasure when Malcolm caressedherhair.
"My Mona,” he said. "Mydarling.”
She touched the side of his calf and stroked the leather of his boot from his ankle to his knee. It was smooth and supple and she couldn’t get enough of it. The two gold coin buttons glinted in the candlelight. First she kissed her fingertips and pressed the kiss to the buttons. Then she brought her lips down to the them and kissed them with her mouth. Malcolm shuddered. She felt it go through his body and into hers. She kissed his boots again, kissed the gold buttons, kissed the leg of the boot that was warm from the heat of his body. While she was on the floor on her hands and knees, Malcolm caressed her sex again with the tip of the crop. She spread her legs wider for him and arched her back, offering her cunt uptohim.
He struck it withthecrop.
She screamed in sudden agony even though she knew he would do it, even though she wanted him todoit.
"Count, love,” he said. "You know you have tocount.”
"Forty-nine,” she said. She’d survived fifty-one strikes already and that last one was worse than all of themcombined.
"We’re over halfway there,” he said as she rested her head against his thigh again. "You’ve made it so far and so well. Are youtired?”
She nodded and whispered, "Yes,sir.”
"I know you’re tired.” He reached down and lightly brushed her lips with his fingers, lightly teased her cheek with a lock of her own hair. That made her smile. "There’s my girl. So obedient. She’s evensmiling.”
"Why do you do this?” she asked, so torn between loving the crop and hating it, loving him and hating him. "Why,sir?”
"I do it out of kindness, of course,” he said. "You understand that,don’tyou?”
She thought of his kisses, his sweet words, and the caring way he touched her welts. He was a kind man. Who but a kind man would give her such affection, such tender concern withherpain?
"I understand, sir. You are very kind.” It made her smile to say it, not because it was a lie but because it was true. She understood itallnow.
