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coming fuck.
    He must have sensed her need.
    Gently he withdrew his cock, stroking her face as she
whimpered with disappointment. “Hold your horses, Helen. You will get it back
and exactly where you need it, but first, you know what you must endure, don’t
you?”
    She looked up at him. “Will it be a long one?”
    “It will be just what you need,” he replied. “However, as a
reward for your so stalwart adoration of my cock, would you like me to remove
that plug?”
    “Please.”
    “Very well.” He eased it out slowly, nice of him. She wasn’t
sure her tender arse could have taken another shove or yank, and the heat eased
right away. “Feel better?”
    “Yes, but it was easing off.”
    “I thought it might. Keep still, my dear, I want to try it
somewhere else.” Before she had a chance to ask where, or refuse, his finger
rubbed her clit and the same heat warmed the soft skin around her pussy.
    She gasped without thinking.
    “Oh hush,” he said. “You’ll survive it and remember your
climax, if I let you have one, will be quite incredible.”
    Maybe. “It’s no joke, Luc. It’s hot!”
    “Stop fussing, Helen. Here’s something you can complain about!”
The flogger came down hard and sharp across her shoulders, the tresses thudding
and stinging. He was right, as he laid it back and forth she cried out. Between
her still sore arse, her heating clit and the sting in her shoulders, she was
afire with sensation and need.
    He flogged hard, giving little respite between strokes.
After her shoulders felt as if they were burning too, he moved to her arse,
firing that up and landing an occasional strike to the exposed backs of her
thighs.
    Helen was lost, almost beyond thought, as sensation filled
her body and close to fuddled her mind. She was in dire need, her arousal
crying out for satisfaction and her body yearning for a good, hard fucking.
    Luc paused and she let out a breath aware, only too clearly,
of the sting across her skin and the burning need in her cunt.
    “How does that feel?” he asked.
    She wouldn’t waste breath replying to his question. “For
pity’s sake, Luc, fuck me!”
    “Fuck your lovely arse?”
    Hell no! “My cunt, I need you to fuck me. Please, oh please fuck
me! Or I—”
    She never finished but gasped with pleasure as his cock
drove into her. She was helpless, tied down, unable to move, and he was deep in
her exposed cunt, his hands grasping her hips as he fucked her well and hard.
    Was it the potion, as he’d claimed, or just her need that
had her screaming as he plowed her? Her entire body was aroused, every nerve
ending echoing her pleasure, every fiber of her being alive with need as he
pumped her hard and deep, driving her to climax with his male power and
strength.
    Her cries became one constant echo of pleasure and sexual
joy. She heard his grunts of satisfaction as he came and her own shout echoed
in her ears as she climaxed. Pleasure coursing through her in great waves, as
she collapsed within the bondage and lay on the leather, a panting, sweaty and satisfied
women.
    Luc released her quickly and helped her to her feet. She
wobbled and clung to him for support.
    “You are quite wonderful, Helen.”
    “You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied. Not so bad? He was
fucking fantastic but she’d not tell him. He was big-headed enough as it was.
    Luc swept her up in his arms and carried her into her
bedroom. “Sleep well,” he told her as he set her on her feet and pulled back
the bedclothes for her. He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll have Poulain
do that search for you, Helen,” he said, as he turned to leave, “but no
promises until I hear something back.”
    Fair enough, but somehow Helen sensed that Poppy would pass
scrutiny. At least she hoped so.

Chapter Three
     
    Idleness and relaxation were all very well up to a point but,
pretty soon, Poppy found lack of focus and inactivity beginning to pall. True
there were endless possibilities of travel