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"But not yet."
    The first crack of the flogger struck her ass. Immediately, she craved
the burn. Master struck again. Tongues of heat claimed her upper thigh. He drew
back, hit her again. Rewarded her cries by pressing the end of the handle
against her clit. Lauren shoved back, urging the textured shaft toward her
entrance. She needed it inside—if he wouldn't give her his cock, she'd take
anything. The mental image of bearing down on a dildo wrapped in black leather
made her come again. She bit into the pillow, tried to hold still but her body
jerked and her hips thrust in the air, begging for penetration, for another
stinging blow.
    Master's hand landed on the small of her back, leather braids swinging in
the curve of her waist as he grasped the artificial phallus and drew it out.
Pressed it back in.
    "Oh, God, do that again," she moaned, toes curling against the
mattress, lifting into the thrust. She wanted something thicker. She wanted his
cock there, the broad head blowing through any resistance her muscles gave, the
power of his orgasm shooting pumping into her. The longer he fucked her with
the dildo, the more she craved. Bigger, thicker, longer, rougher.
    "Hit me again," she gasped, writhing. "Please. Oh,
please—"
    His open palm cracked against the lower curve of her ass cheek. Her hips
jerked from the blow and she clenched around the dildo. She wanted  more .
"Harder—"
    Slap.  His hand stung her thigh. It wasn't enough. Lauren
wedged her bound hands between her legs and crammed her fingers into her heat,
four of them, stretching herself with no regard for her body's elasticity. They
weren't enough. He'd awakened a hungry, greedy animal inside her and it wanted
abominable things—two cocks at once, the flogger on her back.  More.  She
imagined Master fucking her while he drove the fake cock in and out of her ass
and came all over her fingers—shuddering, gasping, begging  please .
    Abruptly, his hand stilled. "Are you fingering yourself?"
    When Lauren didn't answer, he groped between her legs and pulled her hand
away. He slapped her ass, hard. "You didn't ask and I didn't say yes.
Maybe I am interested in punishing you after all."
    He grabbed the flogger from her back and smacked her thigh with his open
palm. "Spread your legs wider and hold your pussy open."
    Trembling, she opened her knees and thrust her hips as high as she could.
    Master could see everything and she couldn't even see what color the
walls were. Her vulnerability crashed over her on a wave of pleasure. Obeying
his instructions to the letter, she caught her labia, one fold in each hand,
and held the sensitive pillows of flesh as far apart as she could manage. Her
fingers bruised—she was so wet she had to pinch hard to keep her grip. She
prayed he would fuck her now, relieve the ache, release her from the shocks
riding her muscles. But he didn't. He struck her ass and the flogger's braids
connected with the sensitive ring of her anus. Fingers of heat snapping at the
base of the dildo still buried inside.
    And he wasn't finished.
    The bed creaked as he drew back and swung. This time, the flogger
connected with her wet, ravaged pussy. The end of a tongue bit into her clit.
    Lauren had never been a screamer in her entire sexual life but she
screamed over and over for him as he whipped her pussy until she couldn't hold
herself open. When her hands fell away, he reached between her legs to take
over.
    He brought her over that way, three and four times, until her arms
wouldn't support her weight anymore and she collapsed on her chest, struggling
for breath, unable to lift her face from the pillow.
    She didn't know when he threw the flogger aside and grabbed her hips, but
the head of his cock riding up to her pussy brought her back to earth. She held
her breath as he withdrew the rod from her bottom. His thumbs replaced it
almost immediately, nestling against her rear entrance. He grasped her cheeks
and spread them wide, held her still as he slid