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Mackenzie walked to the wall and selected a flogger. He strode back to me and ran it down my chest, over my breasts. His shirt was soaked through, his fringe stuck to his forehead. The heat in the room had turned humid; sweat glistened on my body and ran down myback.

He kept eye contact with me even when he flicked the flogger against my stomach. I took a sharp breath in. He flicked again. Each time my clitoris throbbed. I was desperate for touch and relief. I let my head fall back as his flicks moved up my body. I moaned as they rained down on my breasts. It wasn’t like any sensation I’d ever feltbefore.

The strands of the flogger hit my body at different times, split seconds between them, prolonging the sting, the heating of my skin, and the transfer of energy to my nerve endings underneath. Static coursed over my body, my skin felt alive. My mind was a mass of sparks as impulses of desire and pain fought to travel down the same pathways in mybrain.

I needed to come. I needed to feel Mackenzie inside me. I neededmore.

I cried out in disappointment when he stepped back. Hechuckled.

He moved behind me and I raised my head. It was then that I saw Veronica looking at me. The man had his head between her thighs licking her skin, her pussy. We shared a moment that could never be repeated. A look of understanding flew between us. Although not to the same extreme, we were two women who willingly gave ourselves to the men we loved. She enjoyed watching what Mackenzie did to me, as much as I enjoyed watching what he’d done to her. Although I had no doubt what I’d witnessed was nowhere near what she’d normallyexperience.

I heard long before I felt the flogger on my back. It was harder than the flicks I’d received before. I cried out, and as the sting made its way to register in my brain, I felt his mouth on my neck. He kissed as if to stop the messagearriving.

His hands were on my hips and as he lowered himself, his tongue trailed down my spine. He licked the pain away. He reached under me and dragged his fingers over my exposed pussy. The relief I felt was instant. I wanted to come there and then. I moaned when he, once again, pulled away, denying me histouch.

He walked back to the wall and selected a wooden paddle, I knew what it was; I’d seen a plastic version online. It was wide and I hoped the wider it was, the less painful. Without warning, he wrenched my panties down and slapped the paddle on my arse. It was a similar sensation to when he’d used his hand, and I liked it just asmuch.

I tried to control my breathing, I could feel myself falling towards that abyss, and I struggled to keep back from the edge. I wanted more, I wantedlonger.

Veronica rose from the chaise and walked towards me. Mackenzie grabbed her wrist before she could place her hand on my breast. I watched his knuckles whiten as he gripped herhard.

“She just needs a little more,” she whispered, not taking her gaze frommine.

I looked at Mackenzie and his face displayed anger. I smiled at him and nodded. “Please?” I whispered. Without a word he released herwrist.

She held my hips and lowered slightly. Her tongue flicked over my nipple and as Mackenzie brought the paddle back down on my arse she bit, hard. I heard the paddle fall to the floor, the sound only marginally louder than mymoans.

My body ached from being held in one position. I felt myself sag a little, letting the poles and the chains take my weight. While Veronica transferred her attention to my other nipple, I felt the strands of the flogger run down my back. I closed my eyes and tensed with anticipation as it was pulled away and then brought down on mybackside.

“Again,” I said. He complied. I did, as he’d told me, have all thepower.

“Harder!” I screamed out theword.

I think I received two more before my body gave in. I screamed out his name. I writhed and tried to wrench my arms from their restraint. Veronica moved away, and I felt his hands on my thighs and his nose run over my clitoris. That was my undoing. I came so fucking hard, so brutally that my stomach hurt, my body shook, tears coursed down my cheeks, and he licked andsucked.

My orgasm was his, every blissful, awful second of it, belonged to him. He totally claimed methen.

* * *

Iwas disorientatedwhen I opened my eyes. I wasn’t sure where I was. My last memory had been of an orgasm so intense it made me feelnauseous.

“Hey, baby,” Iheard.

“Where amI?”

“Back at the cottage, hold on. Shield youreyes.”

I covered my eyes with my arm, while he turned on the bedside lamp. I was in the four-poster bed, the muslin drapes closed around us. I rolled to my side, to facehim.

I placed my hand on his cheek and he turned to kissit.

“I’m so sorry,” hesaid.

“Forwhat?”

“I didn’t expect you to come so hard, to pass out likethat.”

“Wasn’t the first time,” I said. My voice was croaky, my throat dry. “I need adrink.”

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