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“And you will count them?”
“Yes, Master.”
He pressed a kiss to the middle of her shoulder blades, just below her neck. “Good girl.”
She wished she could squeeze her thighs together, but such a thing was impossible in her current position. She was too vulnerable to him, and that twisted thing inside her mind responded with even more excitement. He would see it. He would know. It was too shameful for him to know this was turning her on. What in the fuck was wrong with her?
Without warning, the whip came down across her back leaving a sharp stinging burn in its wake. “One,” she said through her tears.
He was right, it hurt. But she'd been whipped before, and even though it was only the first strike, this time was different than the basement. The next few lashes confirmed it. She could feel his control in each strike. This was definitely not the same man.
Relieved tears flowed out of her. The man in the basement hadn't been controlled. He'd just beaten her in a wild out-of-control savagery. Even though Ari was whipping her, it wasn't like that. The scar was just a fucked-up coincidence. It wasn't the same guy. More relieved tears.
“Count,” he reminded her, gently when she stopped.
“S-six,” she said.
He stroked her back. She shivered as he ran his tongue over the warm welts she felt rising on her flesh. They throbbed a little. The throb echoed the growing pulse in her pussy.
“Claire, I need you to stay with me. Focus and count. We're almost done. You're doing so well.”
She tried to stay with him and focus, but there were so many things in her head fighting for dominance. And despite the pain, every time the whip landed, she just became more aroused. Everything about this man was different. She wanted him like she'd never wanted anyone.
But she didn't deserve him after what she'd done to him. And maybe he didn't deserve her after what he was doing to her now. But she didn't care. Shewantedhim.
Claire counted the last few lashes. She cringed, expecting the tenth to be the worst, but it wasn't. It was the same. They were all the same. Perfectly controlled precise movements laying rows of warm welts across her back. In a way, it was almost comforting.
“Such a good girl,” he said. “You are so perfect.”
So perfectly fucked-up.But she didn't dare say it out loud.
He released the bonds first at her ankles, then her waist, then her wrists. She was shocked she couldn't hold herself up, but he caught her when she fell back.
“Adrenaline dump,” he whispered. “Close your eyes and don't open them again until I tell you to.”
She closed her eyes and rested her head against his shoulder as he carried her up the stairs, down what felt like a long hallway, and finally back into another room. Even though her eyes were closed, she knew he'd taken her past windows because of how bright it was even behind her eyelids.
“You can open them now,” he said as he laid her down on a soft bed.
She opened her eyes. They were back in his room. He'd laid her down on his bed, not her own at the top of the stairs.
“Stay,” he commanded.
Claire lay there, looking up at the chains hanging from his ceiling over the bed. They hung from so many different points that he seemed to have unlimited options when it came to chaining a girl to his bed.
That thought shouldn't make her so excited. It should terrify and repulse her.
Ari returned before she could replay the track ofThis is so wrong and I'm so terrible for wanting him to touch me.
“Roll onto your stomach.”
“M-Master?”
He held up a tube of aloe gel. “It's for your back.”
She nodded and rolled over, her head resting on one of the huge fluffy pillows while he applied the cooling gel. His touch was light and careful as he rubbed it into her skin.
“I'm not a sadist. I don't like causing excessive pain,” he said. “What I want is absolute control and your complete and total obedience. I will use pain as a tool if I need to use it, but I don't want to use it. Now tell me. Who do you belong to?”
