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Without answering my question, he placed the cup on the table beside us and readjusted the whip. Lowering his hand, Mika dragged the plaited, leather handle between my wet folds. As the braided edges scraped my clit, shocks of electricity splintered through me.
Moaning, I rocked my hips and clutched my pussy around the warm leather.
“Not yet, sweet slut. I want to watch you soar.”
My heart sputtered. “Y-you mean…my punishment is over?”
“Unless you need more pain to clear your conscience. Do you?” he asked, tapping the handle against my clit.
Jolting from the sting, I sucked in a hiss and adamantly shook my head.
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Chapter 5
Mika
As the familiar scent of Julianna’s feminine musk filled my senses, my cock grew harder—throbbing in time with the beat of my heart. Mouth watering, I drew the firm handle of the whip to my mouth, breathing in the familiar scent of her spicy juices. I locked a hungry stare on her red-rimmed eyes, extended my tongue, then licked her slick, tart nectar from the leather. My tastebuds exploded and blood surged hot through my veins as a shuddering sigh spilled from her lips. She was like a drug, and I was permanently addicted. Every cell in my body screamed to drop to my knees, part her swollen folds, and feast on her succulent cunt.
Later, I inwardly promised.
After taking my pain—more than I’d ever given her—so beautifully, Julianna had earned a reward…several, in fact. But I was a greedy bastard. I refused to make love to my girl in front of an audience. While I was willing to share her screams of agony, her cries of ecstasy were for my ears only.
When I finished licking her juices from the whip of the handle, I stepped from behind the cross.
“Master?” Julianna whispered.
“Yes, precious?”
“I love you.”
Her voice was so fragile and contrite, my heart clutched.
Stopping dead in my tracks, I cupped her chin and studied the insecurities swirling in her red-rimmed eyes. Instead of allowing Julianna to sail off into subspace, I’d purposely kept her grounded as part of her punishment. I knew the endorphins and dopamine storming her system were so overwhelming she couldn’t process or compartmentalize the deluge of chemicals.
“I love you, too…love you so much, you’re fused into my bones.”
Desperate to calm Julianna’s fears and erase her insecurities, I gripped her nape and captured her lips before drowning her with a fierce, feral kiss. Her moan, a mixture of relief and gratitude, vibrated my tongue as I swiped the seam of her lips. Without hesitation, she parted on a soft whimper and welcomed me in. Sweeping deep, I claimed every hot, wet crevice while she tugged on the cuffs again, mewling in frustration.
Though I, too, craved to feel her hands on my body, I denied my wants to fulfill her needs. Feeding off the nirvana of keeping her helpless and at my command, I ate at her like a ravenous beast. Our tongues tangled in a slick, urgent dance as I devoured her needy whimpers and moans.
My love, desire, and respect for Julianna defied words. So did the depth of our connection. She was unequivocally my soulmate, my life force…my destiny.
The first time Julianna stepped into the dungeon; she stole my breath. I never saw her coming—never saw any woman strong or alluring enough to drag me from the grief and guilt of my past. But Julianna completely blindsided me. It wasn’t until I’d died and had been brought back to life that I realized forces beyond this earth had set her on my path for a reason—to teach me how to live and love again.
Once I finally stopped denying myself, and pushing Julianna away, I learned how to let go of the past.
Learned how to embrace life and love on a deeper level than I ever imagined.
Learned how quickly and undeniably she completed me.
With a tiny whimper, Julianna wrapped her tongue around mine, clinging to it like a lifeline—silently affirming I was her strength, hope, and salvation.
My chest tightened as pride and lust exploded through me.
Sliding a hand between her legs, I thumbed her swollen clit and swallowed the mewls of desperation rolling from her throat. Her earthy scent filled my senses while her slick nectar—spilling into my palm—seared my skin. I fought the urge to release Julianna from the cross, toss her over my shoulder, and storm to my private room to pillage her sweet pussy as I slowly eased from her mouth. Her lips were red, wet, and swollen as if she’d spent hours worshiping my cock. The sight had my willing and ready appendage screaming for relief. I swallowed back a groan and sank my teeth into her bottom lip before releasing her plump flesh with a feral tug.
As Julianna’s yelp of surprise and hiss of pain slid down my spine, I flashed her a wicked grin, then lapped her spicy nectar off my palm with a growl.
