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I trail my fingertips down her spine, making her wriggle. “What do you want?”

“To come, Sir,” she pleads.

“But this is a punishment, remember?” I bite down on her neck and suck hard enough to leave a mark. My mark.

I spank her over and over again. Sometimes hard. Sometimes soft. Sometimes in quick succession and sometimes leaving ten or fifteen seconds between each blow. I grab her ass cheeks, kneading and pawing her sensitive skin to soothe the sting or to make it hurt a little more. And I turn the vibrations of the wand up and down to counteract the pain I inflict on her. She begs me to let her come each time I bring her close to the edge, whimpering while tears stream from her eyes, but she takes everything I give her. We’re both panting from the effort and perspiration covers our skin. I’m hard as fucking stone.

When her ass is crimson and she’s close to the edge once more, I turn off the toy and throw the paddle onto the floor. She drops her head and her entire body sags, mostly held up by the chain attaching her wrists to the ceiling. She whimpers when I remove the wand from the fastening between her thighs, and I take the belt off her too, careful with the leather against her sensitive flesh. She stands before me in only my collar and the blindfold.

“How are you doing, sunshine?”

She tilts her chin up, her pink cheeks stained with tears. Fuck me, she’s beautiful. “I’m good, Sir.”

Slipping my hand between her thighs, I slide two fingers through her soaking folds before dipping them into her tight pussy. “You took that spanking so well.” Her smile grows wider. “You remember the first time I fucked you, Mia? When I didn’t make you come? And you thought that I couldn’t do it?” Her throat constricts, a flush creeping across her face at the memory. “And now you’ve spilled your cum all over this house for me. I know your body so well, I can tell exactly when you’re about to lose control. The way your greedy cunt spasms.” I sink my fingers deeper and her muscles ripple around them. “The way your legs start to tremble. Your breathing gets faster and shallower.” I trail soft kisses along her collarbone and she whimpers. “The skin right here turns a very particular shade of pink.”

“S-Sir?” She tries to sink further onto my fingers but can’t because of her restraints.

“You want to know something about our first time? You felt sofuckinggood. I lost myself in you. And I’ve been losing myself in you ever since.”

I sink my teeth into the soft skin on the side of her neck, causing her to moan loudly. Her legs tremble as her orgasm grows dangerously close again, and I slip my fingers out of her, sucking them clean while she whimpers in frustration. “A part of me knew from that very first time that we’d end up right here. Even when I was pushing you away, some part of me knew we’d wind up like this one day. You wearing my collar.” I caress her throat and her chest heaves. “You being completely mine. Mine to control. Mine to use.” I tweak one of her hard nipples.

“Sir,” she whines, tears running down her face.

“Mine to care for. Mine to worship.” I dust my lips over hers, taunting her with the promise of a kiss, then pulling back. “Who do you belong to, Mia?”

“You, Sir,” she whispers.

After unzipping my fly, I slip one arm around her hips and free my cock from the confines of my suit pants. I grip the base and squeeze. Her arms must be aching, and she’s probably approaching the limit of what she can take, but how do I not fuck her right now, when she’s tied up and desperate for me? I rub the crown of my cock on her clit and her entire body shudders. She leans into me as I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist and positioning my tip at her entrance. She’s so fucking hot and inviting that it nearly kills me not to plow straight into her, but she’s so dangerously close to the edge that it might just tip her over, and she doesn’t get to come—not yet.

“Please, Sir? I need you.”

“You have every single part of me, sunshine. All of me. Always.” I sink halfway inside her and groan at the relief of her hot, wet pussy.

Tremors wrack her body and cause her to jerk on the chain. I glance up at her arms, aware of the ache that must be burning through them right now. “You’re doing so well. You take your punishments like such a good fucking girl.” I sink deeper and she coats me in a rush of slick heat. “So fucking good.” I groan out the words as warmth coils up my spine. My head spins with the effort of not nailing her into next week.

She throws back her head, grinding herself onto my cock while she chases the orgasm I’ve been denying her. I sink all the way inside her and suck a pebbled nipple into my mouth, biting down hard enough to make her cry out and giving her the perfect amount of pain to take the edge off her pleasure and keep her teetering on the brink.

“Lorenzo,” she whimpers, her mouth open as her chest heaves with the effort of breathing.

Keeping one arm banded tightly at her waist, I reach up and free her wrists from the hook on the ceiling. She drops her head against my shoulder. Her hot breath on my neck makes all the tiny hairs there stand on end. With my dick still inside her, I carry her to the bed and lay her down. And when I slide out of her a second later, she lets out a sob.

“Where are you hurting, sunshine?”

She sniffs. “My arms.”

I rub my hands up and down her arms, gently kneading her muscles to soothe the ache and encourage blood flow. A few moments later, her breathing evens out and her chest stops heaving. “You did so well, tesoro.”

A grin tugs on the corner of her lips. “Thank you, Sir.”

I take off her blindfold. She blinks, adjusting to the light, and when her eyes finally find mine, she rewards me with a heart-stopping smile. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mia.” I run my fingers over her collar and tug it gently, making her gasp. “And you look even more beautiful wearing this.”

She flutters her eyelashes. “I love wearing your collar, Sir.”

I dip my hand between her spread thighs, enjoying the way her eyes roll back when I toy with her wet pussy.

“You wear it so well. You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” I sink two fingers into her and her back arches off the bed. “I have no idea what I did to deserve you.”

She writhes, her body fighting for the orgasm she so desperately needs. Her lip trembles, but she holds my gaze. “You have it all wrong, Sir. You might have lost yourself in me, but I found myself in you.”

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