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caress the abused cheek, leaving the other weirdly cold. Fuck, I am actually purring at his touch, my body leaning back as much as I can just so I can make contact with his body.
    “You will not leave this room until I have your complete, total surrender to me in all things.” His voice against my ear sends vibrations down my spine.
    Hold on— all things ?
    “What does that mean, exactly?” I breathe out. I can totally see surrendering in all things sexual, but outside of that? Haven’t I given him control over enough already?
    “You know exactly what it means, Gelisa.”
    I do, or at least I think I do.
    “I won’t surrender everything to you.” I mean to sound defiant. I don’t. I’m panting too hard. His hands aren’t caressing anymore; they are cupping my ass roughly, squeezing the sore and the formerly cold. It feels far better than it should.
    “Won’t you?” he whispers harshly, biting my ear while he was at it. Damn it, I’m actually whimpering. “Haven’t you already?”

Chapter Six
     
    Three days. I have been at this shit for three fucking days, and Gelisa has yet to crack. The first day, I tied her to the St. Andrew’s Cross and used the flogger. After the first smack to her delectable ass with my hand, I informed her of what I wanted. I should’ve known it wouldn’t be so easy, but I had sincerely hoped she would capitulate. Instead, the minx defied me, shaking her head no. It amazes me that even though she’s already given me complete control, she refuses to admit it. Why are the words so hard for her to say?
    I took a step back, waiting until I had complete control of myself before picking up the flogger. Oh, how she jumped at the first hit landed perfectly across each plum ass cheek. Each stroke was deliberate, measured. Her body jerked with every hit, but the cries weren’t those of pain. Of course, I hadn’t hit very hard, either. Despite the darkness of her skin, her ass bloomed a beautiful deep shade of red. So I moved to her thighs. Because the area was far more sensitive than her ass cheeks, I alternated to her upper back, near her shoulder blades. It was imperative I avoid any delicate areas, like the kidneys.
    Gelisa took to the flogger far better than I could’ve hoped. After thoroughly flogging her, I stood behind her just close enough for her to feel me there. Like a cat, she’d leaned back against me, rubbing the red areas against my front. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I allowed my fingers to part the lips of her cunt. She’d coated my fingers with her arousal.
    “So wet,” I panted, unable to mask what she was doing to me. My cock throbbed, wanting nothing more than to take her, make her mine. “So ready for me.” I started to thumb her clit, relishing her whimpers as her hips bucked against my painfully rigid erection. “Just admit you belong to me, totally, and I will give you what you need.”
    I prayed she would, even though I am all too aware how stubborn she can be. And of course, she denied me.
    “No.”
    I released her after that. Left her alone for the rest of the day. I brought her lunch and dinner, but I didn’t speak, not until the next morning, after her breakfast and a bath. Her backside was still tender, so I strapped her into the gyno chair. It was torturous, sucking each nipple into an erect little point. I didn’t have to finger that tight, wet pussy, but I did anyway. And yes, I suckled her until she was crying out, trying to move her hips to force my fingers in deeper. God knows I wanted to do it. I wanted to bury my fingers in her quim until I found her g-spot, then force her to come for me over and over again until she was hoarse from screaming. Instead, I knelt between her legs and feasted on her sweetness. And damn, she was honey-sweet. The tang of her natural juices only made me hungrier. I thrust my tongue inside as far as I could, almost forgetting I wasn’t supposed to make her come.
    But I couldn’t do that. I was on a