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kept her grip
on the hook. Now it was just a matter of slipping her hands free of the cuffs
and tugging the sash free of the hook.
    Releasing her from the bindings, as symbolic as they’d been,
had the same effect as flipping a switch. Stephen felt the change in the
tension flowing through Ginger’s body just in time to shift, catching her in
his arms as she went limp against him.

Chapter Two
     
    The first thing Ginger focused on was the light herbal scent
of aloe. The second was the cool drag of a damp cloth and the warm stroke of
Stephen’s hands over her back.
    Then she felt the pain.
    Oh God.
    Each place the whip had touched her sparked and flared with
flame-tipped electricity, and each spark echoed in her nipples and clit. When
Stephen’s hands, slick now with soothing aloe gel but still so warm, spread
over her shoulders, it was all she could do not to squirm against the thick
cushion of the massage-type table he’d laid her on.
    Aloe. Table. Lack of music and absence of the murmuring
crowd. They’d moved to a private room while she was flying, she realized. A
little whimper escaped. She wasn’t ready for them to be done yet.
    “Hush, pet.” His voice stroked her as surely as his hands,
and Ginger found herself obeying, relaxing into his touch. “Are you back with
me now?”
    “Hmmm.” Forming actual words was harder than she expected.
She’d flown before, of course. It was kind of the point of being a masochist,
wasn’t it? That out-of-body bliss? But she didn’t think she’d ever gone so high
so fast. And while Stephen was keeping her from crashing, her return to reality
was still a little bit jarring.
    He seemed to sense what she needed, and went back to his
gentle stroking. The aloe would take a lot of the sting out of the lash marks,
she knew, and would speed the healing process. Even if he hadn’t broken the
skin—and she was totally confident that he hadn’t, the man was a master with
his chosen instrument—there would be abrasions that would last for days.
    She shivered. Days of feeling the pull of tender skin to
remind her of her Master’s touch.
    “Thank you, Sir,” she finally managed to mumble into the
soft cotton under her cheek. “So, so good.”
    That got her a gentle touch over the small of her back,
which lengthened into a sweeping caress over the curves of her ass. When she
hummed again, pressing unconsciously into the touch, he rewarded her by cupping
the cheeks with firm hands, massaging the soft flesh and, when she squirmed,
squeezing and separating the globes.
    She sighed as his hands moved down her thighs and back up to
the small of her back. Her throbbing back echoed the throbbing in her clit. Every
twinge of pain went straight to her pussy. She was tired. She shouldn’t be
thinking about sex, but she was. She wondered how it would feel to have this
gorgeous man take her so soon after her whipping.
    “Let’s get you to the bed, pet. You’ll be more comfortable
there.” She sat up and he helped her off the table. He held her elbow lightly
as he steered her toward the rather large bed.
    She moaned as she lay down on her tummy. The sheets were
downy soft and cool against her heated skin. He sat next to her and squeezed
some more aloe gel onto her back.
    “That feels so good, Master,” she whispered. He slowly
worked the gel into the skin of her lower back, then up to her right shoulder
and back down to her thighs. Every time his finger traced over the welts and
abrasions it felt like someone was licking her clit. The pull was so
powerful—she’d never gone to this kind of place before. She was floating on the
edge where pain bled into pleasure. Stephen’s touch was magical and he played
her body like a fine instrument.
    “I’m going to shower. I’ll only be a few minutes. I want you
to close your eyes and rest.” His simple command made her smile.
    “Yes, Master.” She wanted to say more but she couldn’t even
manage to open her eyes. She didn’t want this