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slit.
    Another bout of intensity.
    Oh, fuck, roses… “Yes, Sir.”
    With two fingers of one hand, he spread my lips wide. I snatched in a bit of air then held it, my pulse pounding in my ears, me concentrating on the sound of that while my clit felt swollen enough to burst. The pain would soon turn into pleasure, and although I loved the drift from one to the other, I wasn’t sure I’d be getting that far.
    Gently, and using two fingers of his other hand, he slid them up and down my exposed lips, a massage to take my mind off what was going on in between them. They slid easily enough, but after one quick dip into my hole, he spread my juices, giving his fingers a wetter surface to glide over. The pleasure began in my opening, as though my nerve endings there were fizzling against one another, creating a buzz that slowly spread inside and up my slit. That buzz headed farther north, until it reached my gripped clit and swarmed over the pain, replacing it with bliss so strong I stopped breathing for a few heartbeats.
    “Now, pet, now how does it feel?”
    I opened my mouth to speak but found no words waiting. What I offered him was a garbled sound, one that was alien to me, as though someone else had released it.
    “That good?” he asked.
    He moved his fingers in a tad, closer to the clip, once again dipping into my hole to draw out the lubrication he needed. The sides of his fingers lightly nudged the clip every so often, which brought on rushes of ecstasy that bordered on mini orgasms. But a bigger one brewed, I could feel it there, hovering, waiting to overtake me.
    He stopped rubbing. Flicked the clip.
    I cried out, unable to stop it, uncaring what I’d sounded like.
    “Oh, God,” someone said. “Fucking gorgeous.”
    “She’s out of it. So out of it… Christ, I’m going to come.”
    Master Red licked my earlobe. “Listen to them.”
    “I…I hear them, Sir,” I managed.
    Everything that I was threatened to melt away. I struggled to hold back the pressure building in my cunt. I was on the verge of coming at the same time as whoever had said they were going to. Coming with a stranger. Someone I couldn’t see. Someone who would know who I was every time I came back.
    It doesn’t matter.
    He flicked again.
    It really doesn’t matter. Roses.
    He flicked again.
    Roses. I want to say roses.
     

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    “Say it,” Master Red said.
    “No… no! ”
    “Then damn well come!”
    He flicked yet again. Pleasure poured in a massive rush, overwhelming in its intensity, the force of it stealing the remaining strength from my legs so that I began to buckle. Master Red caught me, holding me across my middle with one strong arm while plucking at my cunt with his free hand. He shoved his fingers inside, what seemed like more than two, and fucked my hole with concentrated jerks, short and sharp, barely any withdrawal. I fought against his hold to sink lower, wanting as much of him inside me as I could get. His fingers went in up to the second set of knuckles, stretching, widening me, bringing on more pleasure than I thought I could handle. I babbled.
    “Look at her coming,” a man said. “Just look at her.”
    “She’s there. So fucking there! ” a woman breathed out. “I’m…I’m going with her. Oh, God, I’m going with her… Lick me. Yes, lick me. Make me co—”
    I moaned as if in agony, but there was none of that now. All that rampaged through me was the top end of the bliss scale, shattering every perception of it that I’d had before. Master Red eased out from behind me, pressing me to the wall then keeping his hand firmly on my stomach. He went between my legs—kneeling, I thought—and removed the clamp. Before a new rush of hurting could fully take hold, he sucked on my clit, pulling it into his mouth, draining it of pain, making it numb yet at the same time highly sensitive. I humped his face, muttering incoherently, shoving my cunt into him and begging for more.
    “Spank my