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I squeal, trembling as the burn singes my skin. Inhaling deeply, I shut my eyes and process the harsh sensation. I remind myself it’s just a little pain; it’s nothing I can’t handle. Anton put me through far worse anguish.
Don’t think about him, Kate. Don’t.
“Are you going to tell me where the drugs are, Melody?” he asks.
“What are you going to do if I refuse?”
He grunts, then swings the belt again, catching both sides of my punished ass.
“I can do this for days,” he says, patting my scalded skin. “And I’d like to, so take all the time you need.”
Caressing my ass with two fingers, one on each side, he traces the welts, sending surges of electricity through my skin.
I growl, “So can I.”
Laughing, Ingram strokes my clit, eliciting a wave of bliss to soothe away some of the pain. My entire body spasms, stirred by the tantalizing taste.
Ingram sits down next to me on the bed and runs his hand over my ass, softly brushing my skin until it tingles. Then, he spanks it.
Moaning, practically unable to distinguish between the pain and pleasure, I writhe in place for what feels like several minutes, bathing in the conflicting sensations. Once I settle down, Ingram starts again, rubbing my ass and then smacking it, driving me wild with anticipation. My ass cries out for relief as Ingram’s touch heals, then stings.
He keeps up this pattern, slowly working me into a state of incomprehensible desire, constantly torn between joy and misery. After repeating the torment again and again, he tricks me: instead of spanking the area he’s brushed, he smacks the other side. My mind breaks, unable to process the storm unleashed in my brain and body.
However, immediately after the spanking Ingram drives his fingers into my drenched chasm, rewarding me with their divine thrusts. Howling and shaking, I buck against my handcuffs as an orgasm rips through me.
Somewhere in the back of my head I know I should have asked for permission to come, but I don’t care. This feels too good, and Ingram doesn’t scold me or withdraw his fingers, so I keep enjoying it as long as I can.
Heat wraps my body; I glow with euphoria. Ingram strokes me from inside until I can barely breathe. When he stops, my jaw hangs open, but I can’t even make a sound.
“Okay, Melody. You’re tough, I’ll give you that. I’ll give you some time to cool down, then we can try this again.”
He steps out, leaving me to recuperate. I snuggle into the soft pillow, my chest heaving against the mattress. I pull my knees up, cradling the luscious heat. I don’t want to let it go just yet.
I wanted to forget about Anton for a while and Ingram certainly accomplished that.
When Ingram comes back, he brings a bottled water and a bowl of fruit.
“Thirsty?” he says.
I nod, beyond parched.
He holds the bottle to my lips so I can drink.
“Do you like peaches?” he asks, taking one out of the bowl.
“Yes, sir,” I lie. I’ve never been a big fan, but I haven’t had one in over a year. I want one for a single reason: because up until lately I couldn’t have one. I never knew how much I took for granted. There will be ample time in the future to have pears and kiwis and grapes.
He holds the peach out so I can bite into it; I chomp down on its cool, tender flesh. Juice drips down my chin, so Ingram pulls away the fruit and licks off the fluid before it can fall on the bed. I groan as he turns it into a kiss, sucking the juice off my tongue.
Sighing, I let myself drown in the kiss and inhale his musky cologne. He strokes my hair out of my face, then holds my hand, feeling my fingers with his. When he breaks the kiss to feed me more peach, it’s the greatest flavor I’ve ever tasted.
I hadn’t realized how hungry I’d gotten, and before I know it I’ve eaten down to the pit. Ingram gives me more water to drink, then sets the snack aside and takes off his pants.
“I’ve spoken with my superiors,” he says, releasing my cuffs from the bed. “I think we can make a special arrangement for you, Melody.”
He cuffs my hands behind my back and pulls me up onto my knees. Standing in front of me, giving me a front-row seat, he slips off his boxers, revealing his standing erection. Warmth churns in my core at the sight.
“What kind of arrangement?” I ask.
