Page 112 of Ready For His Rule

No translation degree needed for that one, thank fuck. Roughly, he estimated it fell somewhere between fuck you and flog me, dammit.

He was more than willing to assist with at least half that checklist.

With a whirl, he flung the flogger high.

With a crack, he landed the falls down her back.

The crowd burst with approving applause.

Tracy conveyed the same message with a fierce scream.

Perfect. So fucking perfect.

“More.” He whipped the falls back again. “Louder.”

He struck. She screamed.

Fuck. Yes.

His cock bobbed in front of him as he secured a stance closer to her. “Louder!”

One more blow, and her throat went hoarse.

And her lips started coating his dick with the evidence of her efforts.

“So good. So damn good, wildcat.” John exalted her with growling reverence, kissing the top of her head while letting the flogger fall to the floor behind him. With tender fingers, he removed her gag for a brief moment, letting her suck some bottled water through a straw. He’d made sure to place the bottle into the kink cart earlier, anticipating she might need the rehydration after he was done with her.

But that was just the thing.

He wasn’t done with her.

Not by a fucking long shot.

Thank. The. Gods.

Long shot or not, this was a lesson he’d never forget—for what it was enlightening in him as well as her. This had been about empowering Tracy but somewhere on this wild, kinky ride, the universe had spread the cosmic love to his own spirit. The sleeping dragon had been roused—and now, remembered what it was like to stretch its massive wings—

And fly.

No scrambling for the evidence to the conclusion. That shit jutted straight out from him, gleaming and erect, as he pushed the bit back between his kitten’s luscious lips. With a groan, he watched as more of her saliva coated him, a shimmering bath over everything from balls to crown. He worked the juice up and down the red length, hissing as veins popped against his skin like a relief map from the land of turned-way-the-fuck-on. Still pumping, he paced back to the space behind her, frantic in his quest to use his next toy—

Waiting in his pocket, where he’d been stowing it since this afternoon.

Where it had been taunting him mercilessly through the hours, preparing for this consummate moment.

“Who’s ready to see this girl truly become my kitten?”

A round of approving hums answered from the darkness beyond the stage. They swelled as he pulled the length of tapered metal out of his pocket—its wider end embellished with a length of virginal white cat fur. Immediately, he swiped the glass along his cock. Twirled it then sent it back the same direction. When he was done, the two and a half inches of stylized metal were shiny, wet…and ready to meet the tight recesses of his subbie’s hot body.

Now for the fun part.

Preparing her too.

He started by sweeping a spread hand down the pinkened slope of her back. As he expected, her skin was still striped with heat from the flogger, but knotted with trembling tension. She watched, along with everyone else, as he readied the anal plug with his unique flourish. She knew what was coming next.

She knew—and wasn’t happy about it.

Sure enough, he reached beneath the center flaps of her shorts, sliding a probing finger toward the rosette in her ass, and met a resistant pucker.

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