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night to end, didn’t want reality
to interrupt them. If she left her eyes shut she could remember every touch,
every strike and every crack of his whip. It should be illegal to feel such
overwhelming pleasure but here she was, lying on his bed. He’d been so careful
with his movements and with her body. He’d stayed away from her tattoo as she’d
asked.
    She’d done scenes with selfish Doms before who hadn’t taken
her concerns seriously. She’d learned quickly how to recognize them and steered
clear of them in the club. Master Stephen was a perfect mix of demanding and
kind man. She’d fallen under his spell like a lot of the subs at the club had.
He was extremely popular and now she understood why.
    He brushed his lips against her temple. “I’ll be back soon.”
    * * * * *
    The shower stopped while the steam from it poured from
beneath the door. Ginger was still in a hazy fog from her session with Master
Stephen and his excellent aftercare. Her body had a delicious ache and her back
still felt the sting of his whip.
    He truly was the best at what he did. Every single stroke
he’d given her had been precise and meaningful. Never before had she sunk so
deep into her subspace. She’d forgotten all about the audience, her sole focus
had been on the pain that bled into sweet pleasure.
    The door to the bathroom opened and he walked out in nothing
but a white towel draped low on his hips.
    Absently she licked her lips as he approached the bed. He
knelt in front of her prone position.
    “I don’t want this night to end,” he stated flatly.
    Her body began to tingle. “I don’t want that either.”
    “Good,” he said, standing up and holding out his hand for
her. “The same rules apply—are you in agreement?”
    “Yes, Master,” she said, coming to a standing position.
    “Present yourself to me.”
    She spread her legs slightly apart, hands clasped behind her
back and eyes cast down to the thick carpet.
    He circled her, stopping at her back. He ran his finger
along one of the welts marking her back, eliciting a shiver. He was electric;
touching her was like setting off a charge to her system.
    Her fog lifted as he stroked her again. He kept tracing the
abrasions on her back. Each caress was kindle to the flame of her desire.
    “Bend over, take off your panties and stay in that
position,” he commanded.
    She did as he bade and stepped out of her underwear. She
bent at the waist and placed her hands on her knees with her ass in the air.
    “That’s beautiful, pet,” he cooed before he slipped his hand
between her thighs.
    She hissed as he found her clit ring and tugged it slightly,
the sensation zipping through her body. She felt it from her head down to her
toes.
    He left her for a brief moment. She could hear him opening
up the large wardrobe housed against the wall. A drawer opened and items were
removed, though she couldn’t tell what he had in store for her.
    She felt his heat the second he was behind her again. She
chanced a look over her shoulder and was met with cold blue eyes.
    “I never said you could move.” He sighed. “You will be
punished for disobeying me.”
    She quivered as she imagined what his punishment might
involve. His thumb pressed against her ass. It was cold as he spread some lube
along the tight pucker. Next he pressed an anal plug against her, moving his
other hand back between her thighs.
    He pulled the ring again and this time his thumb slid
between her full lower lips and into her swollen pussy. His thumb moved inside,
teasing her. He was so damn perfect. From his citrus scent to his beautiful
blue eyes to his magic fingers. She didn’t think she’d ever get enough of him.
    Spreading her ass cheeks apart, he slowly pushed the plug
into her ass.
    “I want you to relax. Let out a deep breath and push back.”
She exhaled and moaned as he pushed slowly past the tight ring of muscles until
her body gave way and accepted the plug.
    His fingers manipulated her clit in an