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need to tell her to relax. Instead, he coaxed her into it.
    As he had earlier, he flogged with the gentlest of touches. Within minutes, though, she was whimpering from the heady combination of pleasure and pain.
    She was aware of him saying something, but she didn’t respond, content to enjoy the ever-increasing torment.
    As soon as she arched towards him, he changed tempo.
    He whipped her breasts, snapping at her nipples and viciously licking her cunt. Her pussy had moistened from the pain and she wanted more. “Sir, Sir…” she pleaded.
    “Gorgeous girl.”
    He dropped the whip and cupped her mons with his right hand.
    “Bring me off, I beg you, Sir.”
    “It’s my pleasure,” he said, pressing his thumb against her clit and fucking her with three fingers.
    “Damn, damn, damn,” she said. His thrusts were relentless, his touch commanding.
    “Ride me,” he said.
    For as long as she could, she did as he instructed. But she was so on edge from the eroticism of the beating and the way he’d left her unfulfilled a while ago, she was already at the end of her ability to hold back.
    He tightened his grip in her hair. The way he immobilised her shattered the last of her control. Screaming, she climaxed.
    She sucked in several breaths as she recovered. Tenderly, he cradled her head. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes.
    His face was only inches away from hers. Though he wasn’t smiling, he nodded in apparent satisfaction.
    “Fuck me?” she asked, the words almost a plea.
    His eyes narrowed. “I want to see you bent over a chair with my cock filling your pussy.”
    She shivered, and it was from more than the chill as her overheated body cooled. His tone was harsh, rough, in tune with the way he’d used her body, but at odds with what she’d ever seen from him before.
    That haunted look still lurked in his hazel eyes, making them appear a shade closer to green. His complexity took her by surprise.
    He let go of her hair but left her attached to the hook. She craned her head so she could watch him untie his shoes and remove his socks. Most men she’d been with would hurry at this point, but he didn’t.
    He unbuttoned his shirt, and she fantasised about doing that for him. He shrugged out of the material and hung it on a peg in the wall before unbuckling his belt. She expected him to pull the leather from the loops, but he didn’t. Instead, he removed his slacks and form-fitting boxers and hung them next to his shirt.
    His erect cock was much bigger than average, and her mouth watered. Over the last two years, she’d agreed to have sex with various Doms, though it wasn’t a required part of her job. Never had she looked forward to it like she was right now.
    He was sexy, lean. His biceps were well-defined, proving he worked out.
    After putting on a condom, he dragged a chair over.
    “I’m leaving the spreader bar in place.”
    “Of course, Sir.”
    He lowered the hook, and she anticipated that he would release her right away, but he massaged her arms and shoulders, taking his time bringing back her circulation, even though she was anxious to get on with the fucking. “Thank you, Master Niles,” she said, hoping it might hurry him along. It didn’t. The man moved at his own pace, she was learning.
    Finally he released her cuffs and soothed her wrists by making tiny circles on her skin with his thumbs. The contact didn’t feel perfunctory, as if it were something he was expected to do. Tension and soreness drained away.
    “How’s that?”
    “You can come to my house and give me a massage any night after work,” she teased. Then she added, “Of course, I’d reciprocate.”
    “Spoken like a sub who suddenly realised what she said and is now hoping she doesn’t get a spanking.”
    “Yeah. There is that, Sir.”
    He laughed. This was progressing unlike any other scene she’d ever had. Sure, she’d had laughs with Doms before, but often it was a nervous sound. And she’d never been with anyone as