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past the limits of how long she thought she could hold off her orgasm, and the curious part of her wanted to know what else was possible. “Please,” she said. “I want more.”
    “Please…” he prompted.
    “Please, Sir.”
    “To be clear, Sydney, are you begging?”
    “I’m begging,” she said. “Just tell me you’re taking off your belt, Sir.” She was aware of her moisture. And of a small amount of tension in her muscles that she hadn’t noticed earlier.
    “I’m taking off my belt,” he affirmed.
    Arousal skipped through her. For the first time, she wondered what he might look like naked. She’d noticed the breadth of him, the long, lean length of his legs and his tight ass. She’d bet he wasn’t a ranch owner who let the hired hands do all the work—the calluses on his fingers proved it. “And your hat?”
    “That might happen later,” he told her.
    Later.
    When they’d first talked, he’d mentioned going back to his place, but she’d been convinced that wasn’t going to happen. She hadn’t told him that, but she believed chemistry, as he’d called it, was nothing more than a word to make insatiable romantics swoon.
    She had planned to live by her personal motto—show up and hook up. She’d mingle, look for unattached Doms, introduce herself then see if a private room was available.
    Now, she wanted to see where the evening might go.
    Sydney moaned and writhed when he let the belt fall across her back. She wished now he’d had her strip. She longed to feel its caressing bite on her bare skin.
    She tried to stay quiet and still, knowing he wouldn’t be rushed.
    The impending orgasm loomed more distantly, leaving her edgy.
    She was more than ready when he landed the first couple of strokes across her buttocks. Her skin was already warmed from his earlier squeezes and spanks, and these gentle strokes seemed to blaze.
    Although he was nowhere near her pussy, arousal returned full force.
    “I’d like you to thrust your ass out for me. And keep it there. If things get to be too much, I’ll notice by the way you pull away. When and if you want more, offer yourself to me. And you’re always free to use your slow word or your safe word.”
    Before he was done speaking, she’d presented her rear end as much as possible.
    He laid several more strokes across her heated skin, turning her inside out.
    “I feel as if I’m going to come, Sir,” she told him.
    “I’d like that.”
    She tried to squeeze her legs together, needing just a little pressure, but the confounded man had been clever in his restriction.
    He increased the intensity of his swings and she cried out, feeling the leather’s bite. This was exactly what she’d been seeking.
    Despite her best intention of staying in one position, the force of his blows made her sway. But within moments, it was as if they’d found a rhythm that worked for both of them.
    “Red is my new favourite colour,” he told her. “And now to add some to the backs of your thighs.”
    She’d been certain it couldn’t get any better. But it did.
    He used infinitely less pressure on her legs, but the lashing was just as exquisite.
    Slammed against the railing by his relentlessness, she loosened her grip and allowed herself to move freely.
    She wasn’t sure how long he continued—all she knew was that she was no longer thinking about anything but the moment. Being halfway upside down combined with the Den’s mountainous elevation caused a mild oxygen deprivation, leaving her unable to speak.
    For the first time in a scene, she realised she wasn’t trying to set the pace or manipulate her Dom. She’d given him total control.
    It took her several moments to register the fact that he’d stopped.
    Her heart rate increased. She blinked to try to clear her mind.
    “You did well,” he said.
    He cupped her heated pussy and squeezed.
    “Sir…” The word was a moan wrapped in a breathless plea.
    “Come,” he said.
    He scraped her clit with a fingernail