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He slowly delivered the licks, counting between each one.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” he asked, crouching down and wiping her hair from her face.
“You’re right,” she sobbed. “You’re right about everything. I can’t tell you how sorry I am.”
“You put Max at risk, you put me at risk, and you put yourself at risk. For what? A fucking photograph? You’re lucky a burning backside is all you have to worry about. If the Zeppelin brothers had you in their clutches you’d be screaming a whole lot louder, a whole lot longer, and for far worse reasons.”
“You’re right,” she whimpered. “Things could have been really bad. I didn’t think it through.”
“No, you didn’t,” he declared, straightening up and walking behind her. “Red and punished,” he continued, rubbing her scalded cheeks. “Just as you deserve. I should probably give you another dozen for what you’ve done. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.”
She caught her breath.
If she said the wrong thing, he could make good on his threat.
“I c-can’t, Sir,” she sniffled. “You’re my judge and jury. You’re in charge. Only you can decide that.”
“Good girl,” he muttered, slipping his fingers into her pussy. “You can still be my plaything, and you are very, very wet,” he declared, shoving two fingers into her drenched passage. “Your body is mine to do with as I please, and just so there’s no room for doubt,” he declared, tickling her rosebud with the forefinger of his other hand, “you’ll accept me back here.”
She instinctively clenched.
“No!” he barked, swiftly slapping her then pushing his finger into her dark hole. “You’ll accept whatever I give you, won’t you, Steph?”
“Yes, Sir,” she managed, squeezing her eyes shut as a fresh flush flamed across her face.
“Your ass is so red,” he murmured, leaving his finger buried as his other hand played with her pussy. “Surrender, Steph. Give in to your need.”
In spite of the hot pain, she couldn’t deny her carnal hunger, and let out a long, low moan.
“That’s better,” he muttered, vigorously thrusting his fingers in and out of her passage.
Her groans of pleasure grew louder as he continued the lewd attention, stoking her arousal to a fevered pitch. Only then did he remove the handcuffs and help her to her feet. Sinking against him as he wrapped her into a bear hug, she let out a long, heavy sigh. His sweater was amazingly soft, but beneath the cashmere, she could feel his strong, muscled torso.
“I hope you’ve come to your senses. You can’t chase after dangerous people for photographs—or anything else.”
“I know, and I won’t do anything like that again.”
Placing a hand under her chin, he tilted her head up. “Not ever, is that clear?” His voice was soft, but adamant.
“Not ever,” she repeated, and staring into his dark, mesmerizing eyes, she recognized genuine worry.
Did he care about her?
Reallycare about her?
Was it possible?
“Please, Sir, may I—”
Before she could finish, his lips fell on hers in an endless, devouring kiss. Finally breaking away, leaving her breathless and weak, he unexpectedly swept her up and carried her to the bed. Tossing her down, he quickly straddled her waist, then rested his weight on top of her.
“What did you want to say?” he asked, pinning her arms on either side of her head.
“Please, Sir, may I call you Master?”
* * *
Steph’s ardent plea sent the blood pumping through Marco’s veins.
