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hardly think. “Please fuck me, Sir.” He’d told her when they first started that he’d make her beg. She’d tossed his words back at him. It hadn’t taken him half an hour to thoroughly prove his point.
    “Not yet. It will be worth your wait,” he promised.
    She wasn’t sure about that. She drew a deep breath. No man, Dom or vanilla, had ever denied her like this. She shook with need, and she was beyond pride. This man had broken past all her defences. “Sir, please…”
    Without responding, he slowly released her, but she wasn’t sure she was ready to stand on her own.
    He held her shoulders for just a moment while she regained her balance on the stilettos. The combination of his kindness and sternness unnerved her.
    He tipped back her head, as he had a couple of times before. She was realising that Master Gabriel refused to let her hide from him, or from herself. She closed her eyes.
    “Look at me,” he said.
    She gritted her teeth in frustration and did as he said.
    “How do your nipples feel?” he asked.
    “They hurt. But it’s increasing the…”
    “The?” he prompted.
    “Pleasure. Please don’t gloat.”
    “I wouldn’t consider it,” he said softly.
    Without conscious thought, she curled her hand around his wrist, turning to him for comfort even though he was the one punishing her.
    “I want you on the St Andrew’s cross.” He nodded to the far side of the room where the structure loomed.
    Hardly able to think straight, she nodded. She released her hold on him, and he slowly let go of her chin.
    She shook her hair back as he moved aside.
    Wrapping herself in the same confidence she wore into the courtroom, she did as he’d said. With each movement, the nipple clamps swayed, and she was aware of the slickness between her legs.
    “Face away from me,” he said when she stopped and looked back at him
    She stared, alternately fascinated and frightened.
    He waited, not saying anything, as if giving her time to protest. “Yes, Sir,” she said. A knot of fear settled in her stomach, but a bigger part of her was curious. He’d already pushed her beyond where she thought she could go. She wanted to know how much further he would take her.
    If she were honest with herself, she’d admit she’d wanted to play with someone like him. While she adored Master Devon, he wasn’t as harsh as Master Gabriel. Master Devon would have let her come earlier, and he would have coaxed a response a bit more gently. If she could combine the two, they’d be the perfect Dom. That naughty thought made her pussy even wetter.
    She continued towards the cross and, once she was in front of it, she spread her legs and raised her arms.
    “Good sub,” he said, his voice rich and close to her ear.
    He moved behind her. With the force of his hard body, he pushed her against the wood. She felt his strength and his erection. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
    With quick, efficient motions, he fastened her wrists in place.
    Then he crouched and gently bit her ass.
    She jerked.
    “I can smell your arousal, sub.”
    “Finish me off, Sir.”
    Without responding, he secured her right ankle in place. Within moments, her left ankle was immobilised as well. Her legs were stretched uncomfortably apart.
    He skimmed his fingers across her pussy, and he played with her clit.
    “Damn you, Sir… I want to come!”
    “And I want you desperate,” he countered.
    “I am,” she snapped.
    He chuckled, and she found that more infuriating than if he’d smacked her.
    His fingers were slick with her moisture, and he moved backwards, again teasing her anus. Damn him. Anal was on her limits list, and he knew it. She’d always thought of anal penetration as debasing, but every nerve ending there felt as if it were on fire. Something she’d always thought she hated, she suddenly wanted.
    He pressed gently then pulled back.
    “I want…”
    “Tell me specifically,” he said. “If we’re going anywhere near your limits, you need