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Moving the paddle a little further up, he blasted it down. She let out a yelp, then taking another long, deep breath, she asked for the third. As the discipline continued, he increased the force of each swat, delivering them one above the other.
“Will you push the envelope again, Steph?” he asked, turning the paddle over and sliding the soft fur over her burning red skin.
“No, Sir, never ever,” she answered breathlessly. “Ooh, that hurt so bad.”
“Discipline doesn’t have to last long to be effective.”
“Ooh, no, Sir.”
“And you just received the third letter. Do you understand what that means?”
“I’m sorry, Sir, I don’t.”
“Someone owes you money and is refusing to pay. You send a polite note asking them to settle their debt. Days go by and there’s no payment. You send a second letter, this time demanding payment or action will be taken. Again the request is ignored. The third letter is delivered by a muscled, menacing messenger. The person owing the money is now facing consequences. You just received the third letter. Most of the time, I deliver the third letter first, but I wanted to give you the opportunity to behave. You chose not to.”
* * *
Though her bottom burned with a searing, prickling sting, and the buzzing vibrator filled her with a desperate, carnal hunger, Steph had listened intently to Marco’s short speech. It had been a purposeful reminder of who he was. A man not to be messed with. But his fingers were suddenly thrusting in and out of her channel. She caught her breath, then let out an urgent, piteous groan.
“You want my cock,” he murmured, as if talking to himself. “You want me to fuck you hard and make you come.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered, “and I… uh… I…”
“Go on.”
“But, uh, I don’t know how to explain what I’m feeling.”
Being suspended was blindingly frustrating.
She wasn’t just at his mercy.
She couldn’t squirm or close her legs.
Even turning her head to look back at him was difficult.
And the plug in her backside was filling her with an agonizingly tantalizing hunger.
“You don’t have to,” he replied, agitating her clit. “Hanging from chains is like being helpless on steroids, and the pulsing dildo in your backside is stimulating you, but not enough to make you orgasm.”
Resting the furry paddle on the small of her back, he placed his mouth against her ear, and moved his hands beneath her to clutch her hanging breasts.
“But the truth is,” he whispered, roughly fondling them, “you love every second of this torture. You love being under the control of a man who knows exactly what to do and how to do it. This is who you are, Steph. This isn’t just what you want, it’s what you need.”
“It’s true,” she mewled, relishing his lips against her skin as he nuzzled her neck and murmured the words. “I’ve dreamed about this my whole life.”
“You know the old saying, good girls get rewarded. You’re being a good girl right now. Tell me what you want next.”
“Please will you touch my pussy again, Sir?”
“I have every intention of doing just that,” he muttered, straightening up and cupping her sex.
“Ooh, thank you, Sir.”
“Your sweet little kitty is in for a surprise.”
A sudden quiver rippled through her.
His promise could mean anything.
