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He moved to stand beside her, facing her. Without warning, he brought his hand down hard against her small bottom, careful to avoid the welt still visible on her left buttock. The resounding smack followed by her startled gasp made his already hardening cock stiffen further. He smacked her again, harder this time, following up with a series of lighter blows that covered every inch of her ass.
She remained quiet as he spanked her, her lips pressed together, her eyes narrowed in apparent concentration. She was unable to put her feet flat on the ground, tethered as she was, and each stroke caused her to sway in her bonds.
He reached for her waist, catching her in a kind of sideways embrace, her hip pressed against his thigh. With his free hand, he continued to smack her reddening bottom with a cupped palm designed to increase the sting of each blow.
Still she remained quiet, save for her breathing, which was becoming more labored now.
He did a quick check of her bonds, reassuring himself there was no compromise to her circulation. Ignoring his raging hard-on, he asked, “How’re you doing with the ropes? Any issues?”
“More,” she replied throatily. “Harder.”
Beau spun her like a marionette until she faced him. With lightning speed, he gripped her throat, holding her in place with his fingers. “Didn’t we just go over this? Is that how a sub girl speaks to her Dom?”
Her eyes widened, pupils dilating, color flushing her chest and cheeks. Power coursed through him as he held her in his primal grip. In that moment, she belonged to him.
Keeping his hand where it was, he informed her, “For purposes of this scene, you are my sub. Period. If you don’t like that, the scene ends now. Do you want the scene to end?”
“No, Sir,” she replied with a sweet, unvarnished urgency that made him, on impulse, dip his head to brush her lips with his. A jolt of desire brought him back to his senses. He pulled away before he lost control and actually kissed the girl.
Instead, he spanked every inch of her delectable ass and the backs of her thighs until her naked body was sheened with sweat, her breathing labored. Her ass was dark red now, some evidence of the bruising to come already apparent. Her head had tipped back and her eyes were closed.
He was impressed, having expected her to use her safeword by this point, or at the very least beg him to slow down. But she hadn’t uttered a peep of protest. Though he wanted to keep going, it was up to him to end the scene before he caused her real harm.
He reached up to the suspension ring, loosening the rope so she was able to stand flat on her feet.
Lia’s eyes slowly fluttered open. “Why did you stop?” she murmured breathlessly. At his glare, she added hurriedly, “Sir.”
“You’ve had enough,” he informed her. “As it is, you’re going to have trouble sitting down for the next few days.”
“I can take it, Sir,” she asserted, her voice stronger now.
He snorted, understanding for himself what a handful she must have been for The Enclave trainers, who were used to total submission.
“You don’t get to decide, sub girl,” he informed her. “That’s my job.”
She frowned but, for once, was wise enough not to sass back.
Not quite ready to end the scene, he moved behind her, pulling her back against him. Her well-spanked ass was like a furnace against his thighs. Reaching around her, he slapped her bound breasts with sharp, rapid blows. Then, wrapping one arm around her throat, he smacked her smooth cunt with a sharp slap.
A small, startled gasp escaped her lips, which only spurred him on. He slapped her again, cupping his palm to add more sting. His balls ached, his cock so hard he could have hammered nails with it. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to yank open his fly, pull out his shaft and lift her onto it. Holding her in place by her hips, he would sink into her tight, wet heat in one smooth motion.
“More, please, Sir,” she begged breathily, bringing him back to the moment.
Her words were like fingers curling around his aching shaft. “Spread your legs and arch your hips forward so I can beat your cunt properly,” he commanded.
He was pleased when Lia obediently assumed the position. The sadist in him fully aroused, Beau pressed his fingers together to create a stiff paddle.
“You need this, don’t you, dirty girl?” he breathed in her ear as he smacked her slick cunt in a series of sharp, stinging blows.
“Oh, god, oh, yes, oh, please, Sir,” she begged.
He could smell her arousal—a light, musky scent that made his mouth water. She was his now, ripe for the plucking. He was tempted to slide a finger into her tight heat as he ground his palm against her hard clit. He would make her come harder than she ever had in her life.
Instead, he slapped at her inner thighs, which were actually wet with her juices. Alternating between her thighs and her swollen, slick cunt lips, he smacked her until she was whimpering, but still she didn’t utter her safeword. Finally, he let her go, taking a step back so he could do another rope check.
Her fingers were icy, her breasts starting to purple. She was bathed in sweat, her hair tousled, her eyes closed, her mouth slack.
She had had enough, even if he hadn’t.
