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The motorbike had been much heavier than hers.
When she’d fishtailed, she’d been terrified.
Her injuries could have been so much worse.
Leaving the safe room with a can of bathroom cleaner while Liam held a gun had been absurd.
“Steph?”
A straw touched her lips.
“It’s water, drink.”
Not realizing how thirsty she was, she gulped it down.
“Thank you, Master. Please may I speak?”
“You may.”
“The choices I made were impulsive and ridiculous,” she said breathlessly. “I’m not just saying that. They really were.”
“Yes, they were, and you’ll never do anything so reckless again. I’m going to burn that into your ass. Hopefully it will make it up to your brain.”
* * *
Starting slowly, he moved from side to side, swishing the heavy black flogger across her cheeks with practiced precision. As the seconds turned into minutes, he increased the severity and speed, occasionally pausing to thrust his fingers into her soaked channel. Either vigorously moving them in and out, or twirling them around her clit, frequently bringing her to the brink.
He had no concept of time, but used her gasps and cries to determine when to bring the flogging to an end. Landing the last lash, he listened to her loud whimpering as he moved to the cabinet and smothered his stiffened cock with lube. Returning to the bench and kneeling behind her, he parted her scarlet cheeks and wordlessly pressed himself against her rosebud. Though she stopped her soft mewling and caught her breath, she offered no resistance. Beginning slowly, he relished her tight dark depths, then accelerated and thrust with rhythmic, measured strokes and let his climax build.
He was owning her.
Possessing her.
Asserting his absolute authority.
Reaching the apex, he didn’t hold back as the spasms seized him, but shuddered through his release with a deep, guttural groan. Staying buried inside her, he took the time he needed to catch his breath and let his heart settle before slipping out. Climbing off the bench, he returned to his cabinet to collect a large, powerful vibrator, aptly named The Wand.
Carrying it back and standing beside her, he heard only quiet whimpers, but when he pressed the bulbous head against her pussy she came alive, throwing back her head and letting out a grateful cry. He knew a hot carnal heat burned through her, and as he increased the speed, he wasn’t surprised to hear her orgasmic cries fill the room.
But he didn’t stop.
Even as the last quivering convulsion passed, he expertly prodded her pussy, then pulled it away, then prodded again, continuing the pattern until he had her quivering and howling through a second climax.
Still he wasn’t done.
Letting her rest for only a moment, he seasoned her dripping sex with an exotic, tantalizing cream, then increased the intensity of The Wand to its highest speed and touched it against her clit.
“I can’t,” she bleated. “There’s nothing left in me.”
“There’s always more,” he growled, then pressing his lips against her ear, he breathed, “and you’re done when I say you’re done.”
Straightening up, he lightly brushed the vibrator against her swollen, sensitive nub, slowly increasing the pressure over several minutes.
Her moans grew louder.
Her back arched.
Sucking in a huge breath, she suddenly fell silent. Thrusting his fingers into her channel, he quickly searched out her G spot. She exploded, shrieking through a series of violent spasms.
