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It’s not easy when I’m on my toes already, but I manage to keep the position. The flogger smacks me right between the thighs. I yelp.

“Keep them apart,” he says sternly after I bring my legs together.

“Are you going to—”

I stop myself when I realize I’m about to ask a question and return to standing with my legs apart. Heels aren’t my thing, so I don’t have a lot of practice being on my toes like this. Standing there, I brace myself for the next blow.

It doesn’t come. The wait is agonizing. Is he upset that I started to ask a question?

“Sir?” I prompt.

The flogger strikes at my pussy again. This time it stings more than the last. My legs come together in an effort to protect my body.

“What did I say about keeping them apart?” Rafe asks.

“Sorry,” I mumble.

My legs start to quiver as I separate them. I manage to keep them spread when he whips me there again.

“Good,” he says.

I want to ask him if he can lower the hook so I can stand more comfortably, but I don’t dare.

He stands in front of me and slaps the side of my breast with the flogger. I gasp. He backhands the side of my other breast. I gasp again, worrying that the flogger might slip and strike my nipple. It’s not like my small breasts provide a large target area.

“You can bring your legs together,” he says, to my relief.

Putting away the flogger, he comes back with a massage wand. Turning it on, he places it between my thighs, vibrating the rope against me.

“Feel good?” he asks.

“Yes, Sir.”

He holds the wand there for several minutes, his gaze upon my face as I furrow my brow in pleasure. I’ve already soaked the rope at my crotch, and the wetness has dribbled down my thighs. When he turns off the wand, I’m more than disappointed.

He grabs a chair and sets it in front of me. Sitting in it, he undoes his pants and pulls out his hardened cock. He runs his hand up and down the shaft while I look on hungrily. I could use that cock inside of me.

“Make yourself come,” he says.

“How?” I ask.

He gives me an admonishing look, and I realize I’ve asked a question again.Dammit.

“Sorry,” I say.

The only thing I can get off on is the pleasure knot, so I start to squirm and squeeze my legs, trying to get the knot to rub against my clit. Rafe watches as he strokes his cock.

After several minutes, I stop. My feet ache.

“Keep going,” Rafe tells me. “Make me come and you’ll get the wand again.”

I resume squirming and rubbing my legs together. A few minutes later, I see Rafe closing his eyes. His hand stops, his face flushes, and his body tenses. He’s either coming or trying to hold back his orgasm. If the latter, that’s hardly fair.

It must be the latter because he places his erection back in his pants. Standing up, he retrieves the wand and turns it on.

I don’t get it. I didn’t see him come, but when he places the wand against my pussy, I’m not about to complain. I wish the rope wasn’t in the way, but he presses the wand hard enough for me to feel the vibrations.

Yes, yes, yes...

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