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breath then forced it out from between her clenched teeth. She’d seen some of his videos. He was an expert in dragging multiple orgasms from his actresses. There was no faking the way he left them shattered, sweating and panting.
    “Your body will be even more responsive to the flogger.”
    “That’s not possible, Sir.”
    “It is,” he assured her.
    He came around to stand in front of her again, and he pressed his damp finger to her lips. Dutifully she opened her mouth.
    “Stick out your tongue.”
    When she did, he held up his finger, and she licked her essence from him. Their gazes were locked on one another’s.
    His earlier expression had vanished, and now his hazel eyes were darkened by intensity. She sensed—knew—he was thinking of nothing but her.
    He allowed her to suck for a few seconds before pulling back his finger.
    Master Niles gathered her hair and arranged it so it hung down her back.
    Brandy saw Gregorio at the window. “We have company, Sir.”
    Gregorio opened the door and stepped inside. “Everything all right here?”
    Both men looked to her for the answer. She appreciated that Master Niles hadn’t spoken on her behalf. It indicated a level of respect that not all Doms showed. “Everything is great,” she said. “Thank you.”
    “Mind if I watch?”
    “Yes,” Master Niles responded. “I want Brandy all to myself. Out, unless the lady says otherwise.”
    “I don’t,” Brandy said, looking at her temporary Dom.
    Gregorio grinned, and his silver earring reflected the light from overhead. “Was worth a try.”
    “Waste of breath,” Master Niles corrected.
    Once they were alone again, she wondered if they’d lost their momentum, but Master Niles continued as if they’d never been interrupted.
    “Keep your head tipped back so I don’t catch your face with the flogger.”
    Following that direction was easy when he laid the leather strands on her right shoulder. They felt sensuous against her flesh, yet she knew each throng was capable of a brutal bite. The contrast made her shudder.
    He drew the flogger down her body, making her already-inflamed nerve endings tingle. He repeated the process from the left side, leaving behind a trail of desire. “Nice,” she murmured.
    After taking a step back, he tantalised her with slow, measured flicks. He caressed her belly, her breasts and her pelvis with the thick strands.
    He was masterful, and she allowed her body to go as slack as possible.
    “You seem to enjoy this,” he said.
    “Yes, Sir. Very much, Sir.”
    Almost without her noticing, he increased the intensity of his strokes. They became harder and faster as he made a figure-eight motion with the handle.
    Brandy moaned. She had applied for a position at the Den because she loved to serve and genuinely enjoyed sensual stimulation. She wasn’t a masochist, but the tactile feel of leather, rattan and even a wooden paddle against her skin turned her on.
    As he’d instructed, she tipped her head back so her torso was exposed to him. She closed her eyes then bent her knees a bit, letting the hook above her take more of her weight.
    Master Niles continued to flog her, catching her nipples with the blazing ends of the strands.
    “Yes…”
    “Are you still with me?”
    “I’m liking this,” she whispered. It would take a lot for her to reach subspace. Even though Master Damien and Gregorio saw to everyone’s safety, she rarely trusted anyone enough to let go of her emotional defences to the point she could retreat inside her own mind and focus on absolute nothingness.
    She had no idea how long he worked her, crisscrossing her body. Perspiration drenched her back. She had no doubt he landed every stroke precisely where he intended.
    “Now your pussy,” he said.
    “Oh, yes, please.”
    He moved to the side for a different angle. Brandy tightened her muscles, but there was no need.
    He wielded the flogger with precision, striking her pussy with tender leather kisses. He didn’t