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“I…” she starts before looking at what I have in my hands.

“I won’t tighten more than necessary, Tink. But if you want more, that I can give you.” With the leather paddle and the blindfold in my hands, I lean closer to her. “Now, I’m going to blindfold you and give you ten lashes.” She looks at me with wide eyes but says nothing. I place the blindfold over her eyes, trailing my fingers down her collarbone, which makes her nipples harden. I take my time looking her over and trace circles on her skin with the paddle until I’m positioned behind her.

What a view. She looks magnificent, deprived of sight, with her hands bound behind her back. Without saying a word, I strike hard on her lower back, and she gasps.

“Count,” I command.

“O-one.”

I repeat the process, gently running my hand over the impact to soothe the sharp pain.

“T-two… Three… Four.”

“You take them beautifully. Look at you, taking each of them like the good girl you are for me.” My words make her squirm, causing her legs to instinctively squeeze together, seeking some relief. “Keep your legs open. You’ll come on my cock and nothing else.” Her moans grow louder, making me want to be buried deep inside of her.

After my tenth strike, I’m panting just as much as she is, and I can feel the sweat trickling down my forehead. My cock is painfully hard at the sight of redness forming on her arse.

I’ve always loved my marks on her. Fuck, I needed that as much as she did.

“You did so good,” I praise, kissing her back. “Don’t move.”

I move quickly towards my bar, retrieving ice from the mini freezer. The cool effect of the ice on her arse makes her jump, followed by a sigh of satisfaction.

“What—” She starts before I cut her off.

“Just some ice.” I repeat the process and go over all the redness, kissing each corner of her back. “How are you feeling?” She is still blindfolded, and I can see her struggling to keep her legs open.

“Aidan. Sir. Please. I need…”

“What do you need, baby?”

“You. I need you. Please.” Her begging makes my shaft throb with need. My dick is so painful, and I know it will be a matter of minutes before I come.

“Is that so?” I ask, sliding my finger inside of her. “Wet would be an understatement to describe your state right now.” I thrust back into her with force and holy fuck. Her wetness surrounds me, and that feels so damn good. The beast in me is completely out of control.

Dominance. Obsession. Possession. Mine.

She curses under her breath. “I’m gonna —”

Her cries stop her mid-sentence, and I feel her body quivering and spasming around me.

“Fucking hell.” I feel her muscles tighten and clench around me as she comes, her noises getting louder and louder. As she comes down from her orgasm, I slowly untie the belt around her wrists and gently turn her to face me.

“Wha—”

I let out a guttural growl and thrust back into her with a fierce, almost savage intensity. Removing her blindfold from her eyes, I say, “I want to see your eyes when I fill your pussy with my cum.” Taking her lip between my teeth, I bite and suck it, making her groan in pleasure. “You were made for me, baby. Look how well you’re taking my cock.” She whimpers at my praise. This woman will be the death of me. She’s the only one who has the power to bring me to my knees. She’s my other half. I’ll cherish her with all I have, but that won’t stop me from fucking her like my whore. “I want to see my cum dripping down your thighs.” I slap her clit with my hand, the other one making her favourite necklace.

“Oh my god. Please. More.”

I growl, hitting her clit once more.

“Give it to me.” I sink deeper into her, tasting the salty tang of her tears on my tongue.

“Fuuck. Aidan. It’s too much. I can’t.”

“Are you saying red?”

“N-no.”

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