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grateful the punishment had ended, but happy he’d endured it. Her soft “well done” had flooded him with pleasure. Strange, given how hot his ass was and how painful his erection.
    Still, the gasps she released as he gently chewed the bud of her breast were reward enough. His body felt alive, charged with energy despite the lethargy that had seeped throughout him as she’d paddled his butt.
    He’d never have guessed he’d like it so much. Yes, he’d been spanked before, by Jennifer, who’d chosen him for training a time or two. Feeling the stroke of a flogger or whip did things to his head he couldn’t describe. Aroused him, for sure, but also took him to a peaceful place where his mind slowed and he learned to savor every soft touch or painful whack in an oddly non-sexual way.
    However, this woman’s punishment hit him straight in the groin. Aroused him so his mind felt sluggish due to testosterone overload, and the animal inside him stirred, eager to have her. And yet, the warmth of his ass, her pleasure in his submission also made him feel lighter, happier. And something inside him said the emotions crowding his chest had nothing to do with her technique or the tools she’d used.
    He suspected his happiness was due solely to the woman who swayed closer, her hands surrounding his head, leaning over him as he lavished her with flicks of his tongue. Even though he was hard as a post, he’d be satisfied doing nothing more than pleasing her.
    When she moved away, he bit back a groan. Her expression was tight. Her eyes a little wide. She rolled up the edge of her corset, hiding the ravaged tips.
    He didn’t bother waiting for her to tell him it was okay, he pushed off the bench and stood, letting her see what she’d done to his body.
    His cock bobbed against his belly, and he dropped a hand to stroke it, knowing she watched the movement. He also didn’t bother bowing his head. Instinctively, he knew they’d thrown any rules of conduct out the window. Yeah, they were way beyond that. “There any cameras in this room?”
    She gave a curt nod toward a far corner.
    He didn’t look toward it. He didn’t give a damn who watched. But did she? “Mistress…Ash,” he pleaded, every muscle in his body alert and ready to act.
    She shook her head. Closed her eyes. Then she glanced to the corner and signaled with a wave of her hand beneath her chin for their watchers to cut the feed.
    “We alone?” he ground out.
    “Completely,” she whispered, her eyes wide.
    Was she feeling as desperate as he was? Gus swooped toward her, picked her up by the waist and laid her on the bench. “No more slap and tickle.”
    She cupped the corners of his shoulders then glided her hands across his chest. “I’m still in charge,” she said, but without any force behind the words, like she was reassuring herself.
    “Yes. You can decide whether you want me or not. But choose quick.”
    She wrinkled her nose. “You’re a terrible sub.”
    One side of his mouth curled up. “Not really into rules.”
    “Funny, I don’t seem to mind a bit that you’re not.”
    “Punish me for the lapse…later.”
    Her mouth curved. “My pleasure.”
    He bent and took her mouth, rubbing away the smile. Her hands framed his face. Fingers cupped his ears then bit into his lobes to hold him back.
    He didn’t like the uncertainty causing her eyes to darken. “Need control?”
    “I do.”
    “I’ll give it. Always. Tell me what you want.”
    Her chest rose and fell so swiftly, her breaths came in tiny gasps. “Undress me.”
    “Your wish…” He gave her a wide grin, hauled her up to sit on the edge of the bench, then went to work on the laces of her corset, his fingers clumsy because of the depth of his need. When he had it open, he let it fall away, then bent to kiss the red marks where the stays had bitten into her pale skin. His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs and forefingers tweaking her diamond-hard tips. When he kissed his way to the