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“Remi, Remi, Remi…” He shakes his head. “I tried to warn you.”
He closes another manacle around my ankle, this one attached to a long strap.
“You ignored me first!” I cry, outraged at the injustice of it all.
“I know,” Dane says implacably. “But I still have to punish you.”
“Like last time?”
“No, not like last time.” Dane cuffs my last limb, then hoists the straps upward to tie to the same bedposts as my wrists, yanking my legs into the splits. “This time, let’s make sure the message sticks.”
This is not a position I’ve found myself in before. I’m not that flexible, and my thighs are already starting to tremble.
Dane takes a pair of shears out of a drawer and deftly slices up the leg of my jeans.
“Hey! You know, you’ve cut off half the pants I own!”
“Can’t really blame me for the first pair,” Dane says without an ounce of repentance.
The cool air hits my skin. Dane has eyes only for the part of me still covered in a strip of cotton. His tongue wets his lips, and he smiles with anticipation.
He cuts off my undershirt in two quick snaps, the steel blades kissing my skin. All I can think is I’m glad I already dropped my plaid shirt on the floor before we started because that one belonged to my dad, and I’d hate to see it in shreds.
Dane pulls the remnants of my clothes away from my body. All that endures is my white cotton underwear, the kind that comes six in a pack from Fruit of the Loom. It’s probably for the best that Dane cuts it to bits next.
But now there’s nothing between me and him, not even a millimeter of fabric, and I’m on full display. The sense of exposure is unbearable, particularly as Dane takes his time examining my spread-open pussy.
He cocks his head in that way I’m coming to know so well—his look when something interests him. His eyes gleam their darkest coppery color, and his beautiful pale hand floats out to part my pussy lips.
Just the sensation of spreading sends shivers running up my legs. Gently, he stretches me apart to the furthest limit, slowly, but with firm, even pressure until my clit is completely exposed. Then lightly, lightly, he tugs on my piercing, running the silver ring back and forth in a short half-moon shape that feels as if every nerve in my body connects in that one single place.
I’m shaking and begging and groaning, and we’ve hardly begun.
“You’re going to have to get a lot tougher than that,” Dane says, and he shoves a gag in my mouth.
The gag is made of leather but padded inside so I can bite down on it. And bite down I do when Dane slaps my bare pussy with the flat of his hand.
SMACK!
“Ugrhhhhhhhh!”I scream through the gag.
The sensation is sudden, sharp, and blinding. My pussy is completely exposed, my legs tied so tightly in the splits I have no hope of closing them. My thighs jerk with the impact, so hard that the bed frame hits the wall. After the quick blast of pain comes intense heat and throbbing.
“Apologize,” Dane says.
“Ahmsrrrry!”
“Hm.” He shakes his head. “I can’t hear you.”
Dane strips off his thin, charcoal sweater, revealing the hard planes of muscle beneath. He’s a statue come to life, as beautiful and terrible as a marble-made man. My eyes follow the deep cuts from his hips down into his trousers. Behind the gag, my mouth begins to water.
Dane opens the chest at the foot of his bed and pulls out a riding crop, long and flexible, black as jet. He bends it lightly, testing the tress.
He touches its flat head to my exposed and throbbing clit, resting it there so I can feel the supple leather. I feel everything like I never have before—the trembling muscles of my thighs, the hard points of my nipples with my arms wrenched back tight, Dane’s eyes burning over my exposed flesh, and most of all, the throbbing heat of my poor little pussy that’s already turned a dusky pink.
Dane lifts the crop and, with a flick of his wrist, brings it down directly on my clit.
SMACK!
