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“Beautiful scream, my pet.”
Circling to stop in front of her, he landed a few strikes against her thighs and stomach. The intensity was first soft, then stingy, then hard and ruthless. Her screams delighted her tormentor. Flicking his wrists expertly and precisely, he once again spread his legs to brace himself.
“Here we go, Violet,” he warned in a deep voice. Lowering his wrists, he flicked the floggers in a continuous circle and lashed her nipples.
This time her screams followed each hit as he concentrated on striking only her nipples and areolas. Hunter felt her screams and cries in the excited twitch of his cock.
Moving the lashes up her body, the circular hits turned revolving. No longer did he strike with both floggers simultaneously, but alternatively. The strips of leather landed accurately on her belly, then her mound, and finally her pussy. He flogged her in a smooth, uninterrupted movement, striking her spread-open pussy over and over.
“Fuck me! Master Crow, please. No more! I need… I need to come! Please,” she screamed as she tipped over the barrier of pain into explosive lust when he switched up the hits again and alternated striking her nipples and her pussy.
Hunter watched her shudder uncontrollably, realizing she was lost on a cloud of euphoria where pain became need, pure scorching lust. Her cries were now of desperation, not of pain, but an arousal so profound, she was fast drowning in it. When he dropped the floggers, Danton reacted immediately and released the chains. Hunter was there to gently lower the trembling woman to the ground.
“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” she whimpered in a mantra of uncontrolled lust. “Please, Master Crow. Now!”
Unzipping his pants and rolling on a condom was done in one smooth moment.
“You did so well, Violet, and since you’re begging so nicely, who am I to deny you?”
Guiding the bulbous, knobby head into the wetness of her slit, he thrust the thick venous shaft into the hilt, stroking and flexing against the silky, warm sheath that gave way to his girth.
“Yess! Oh, yes, Master Crow,” Violet moaned as she clamped her legs around his waist. At this moment, there was only the two of them. No crowd watching, just their bodies being ruled by unexpurgated lust.
“Hold fast, subbie,” he warned and pounded into her. With one hand he held her hips in place while stroking and rubbing her clit, pushing her into a frenzy of desire. “Come at will, Violet.”
His growl was primal as she erupted in a gush, her hoarse cry marrying with the crowd loudly, spurring them on. As always, Hunter allowed himself the luxury of watching the woman he was fucking writhe and jerk. In his opinion, there was no sexier or more arousing sight to behold. His own sexual famine burned through him in a flush of heat, but he held back. The glowing welts covering her body were a canvas of the pain she had suffered, for which she deserved another reward.
A well-aimed swipe with his thumb caused her hips to jerk upward in reawakened passion. Swelling taut against her silky walls, he slowly pushed her fleshy circuitry into overload. Another deep groan welled to the surface as her eyelids started to twitch. A flash of a redhead in a similar state blinded him in an unwanted memory.
“No, don’t close your eyes,” he growled, needing to concentrate on the dark blue of her eyes, so different from the forest green ones that shouldn’t be invading his thoughts at this moment.
With rigorous fervor, he pushed into her, pumping, and grinding rhythmically, keeping his eyes locked on hers. His body undulated around its core and slid upon a lubricated sheen between them.
“Again, subbie. Come for me.”
Hunter touched the pad of his thumb against her clitoris and transfixed, he watched as her mouth fell open in a silent scream, animating the web of muscles in her neck that fed off the large pulse of her carotid.
“Fuck, yes,” he bit out as his balls tightened in warning of his imminent orgasm. Nothing ever came close to the ecstatic urgency that was generated by the sudden release of vast amounts of raw chemistry, dumped into the convergence of the physical tides of lust being nourished. The thrill of her clenched around his length, the liquid-warm force of flesh upon flesh in a supple hug, submerged and flung him up onto the face of a rogue wave that tossed him out into nothingness.
With a carnal roar, he let go, his body wracked by tumultuous tremors of ejaculate that left him frayed and convulsing against her quivering frame.
“Fuck, I love this feeling,” he said under his breath as the potent undercurrent finally hit in a union of physical tides that swept him under. It threatened to snatch away his equilibrium and drag him panting up the face of a gigantic tsunami, lifting him up then pounding him beneath its weight. Until, once again, her face flashed through his mind—Lillian Pringle—the lying, deceitful woman. He forced his mind to go blank as he gave over to the lust ruling this moment. Violet deserved his full attention… right to the very end.
The applause was thunderous when he finally withdrew from her still-trembling body, zipped up, and got up. His hands were gentle when he carried her to the aftercare area.
“You did very well, Violet. I’m proud of you.”
“I’m not going to lie, Master Crow. It hurt the bejeezus out of me but fucking you and having multiple orgasms was reward enough.”
“Then I'm glad I could be of service.”
Except Hunter couldn’t shake the memory of how much stronger his physical reaction to Lillian Pringle had been. The reason was blaring like a trumpet in his brain.
With her, it had been more than physical. Somehow, even though he had known she was lying to him, they had an emotional connection that still weaved a web around his mind. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake it.
But I will. As soon as I know who she is and what she wants, I will face her and break that silky thread. The sooner, the better.
Chapter Twelve
