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pulsed as blood coursed through her veins and a rush of hot liquid flooded her pussy, creating a near violent ache for Drake to get on with it.
    He taunted and teased her to the point of mindless need. “Please, Drake. More. Please.”
    “I am Sir,” he reminded her.
    “Please, Sir. I need more.” She would call him anything if he would just do more. The pulsing ache climbed high, making it difficult to breathe. When the touch of leather left her backside, she whimpered in protest. He somehow knew just how to touch her to bring her to the edge and when to stop, drawing out the buildup. Her muscles clenched as she waited for his next move. She expected the sharp slap of leather to land; instead the heated touch of Drake's hand rubbed her cheeks. She groaned. He was planning to drive her mad. She wiggled her bottom against his hand and he removed it.
    “Please, Sir.” She begged, too far gone to think about pride or control. All she could focus on was the delicious desire coursing through her, the dying need for him to push her, test her limits. Master her.
    Whaap.
    The sensation of Drake's hand slapping her right butt cheek burned into her body. Her pussy tingled.
    Whaap. Whaap.
    Two successive blows to the same spot and she cried out. Each time he spanked her, he increased the force. He continued on and on, one smack right after the other. The increasing pain mingled with the pleasure building in her clit. Every so often, he stopped and rubbed her flaming cheeks. Soothing, comforting her. As the blows continued, she humped the horse, trying to rub herself to relief. Her pussy dripped at the prospect. He drove her to the edge but never enough to let her go over. Her body tensed with pleasure and pain. Please God. Please let me come . Oh what the hell was she thinking? I'm a demon. God doesn't answer to demons.
    On the verge of jumping the cliff to bliss, Drake stopped. Her ass still burned, but he'd withdrawn the force needed to push her to climax. Little pleas and whimpers escaped her lips as she begged Drake to finish her.
    “You want to come for me, sweetheart?” His hoarse words rumbled from him, giving her the only indication how much the scene affected him too.
    “Yes, Sir. Please, Sir,” she gasped.
    “Please what? You have to say it, Melody.”
    “Please, Sir. Please make me come, fuck me, anything…”
    An ice-cold wand slid into her pussy. Shocked, she nearly shot off the bench as a scream tore from her throat. The sharp contrast of freezing cold to her heat hurt like hell. Well, maybe not hell; nothing hurts like hell.
    “That's a good girl. Show me how much you need it.” Drake pumped the cold rod in and out of her sex, one hand rubbing her sore butt as she rode it and the pain. Ice gave way to heat, but it charged up her tissues to a new level of sensitivity like never before.
    On the next stroke, her muscles clenched around the toy, setting off the explosion she could no longer hold back as her climax engulfed her, a sensation far beyond her previous expectations. Her scream ripped through the club, letting everyone there know that she had given in and none other than Drake had mastered her this night.

Chapter Three
     
    Drake watched in awe as her muscles contracted under his hand and around the no longer cold glass dildo he'd used on her. She was more a sub than he’d thought. Her responses and resulting climax proved that. When she'd started screaming, the blood had rushed through his dick, and he'd expected to come in his pants. Even the wave of dizziness he'd experienced hadn't completely subsided. Now with his muscles flexed tight and everything aching, he wanted nothing more than to fuck her right here and right now. It wouldn't be the first time he'd publicly taken a sub. But no, he was more skilled as a master than that, and besides, he sensed this one was more important than a one-time fuck in a public club. He might want to keep her a while. Everything about her reached out and grabbed