Her legs jerked as the burn bit into the delicate skin, and she yelped.
He ran his hand over the light red marks, his tender touch at odds with the pain. Cupping her chin with one hand, his eyes trapped hers. “Jessica, this is going to hurt. It’s punishment, not pleasure. I want you to accept the pain silently.”
Her eyes filled with tears—and relief. No anger showed in his expression, just determination. He wouldn’t let anyone or anything break what they had together.
If he’d let her provoke him into behaving as she wanted, she’d be in control. And she didn’t want that any more than he did. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“I know, little one. As am I.” After kissing her tenderly, he stepped back.
When he lifted the flogger, she saw the welts she’d left on him. She gritted her teeth. She’d be silent and take her part of the punishment that they both shared.
And then, he continued. With infinite care, he flogged her inner thighs, moving in painful increments from above the knee straps toward her groin.
Ouch, ouch, ouch.
He’d pause long enough for the sting to register, for her to pull in a breath through her nose, and…for her to anticipate the next blow.
Her hands were clenched and a few tears slid down her cheeks. But she hadn’t made a sound.
He set the flogger down. “You did very well, kitten, for this part. I’m proud of you.” The approval in his voice started to loosen the knot of guilt.
As he sat on the end of the bed between her burning thighs, he examined the marks. “Nice and pink. We should make sure your pussy matches your legs, shouldn’t we?”
“God, no. No, no, no.” Her throat clogged with a mix of lust and utter fear. Her legs tried to close—but no one did bondage better than Master Z. She couldn’t move an inch.
The bone-deep knowledge that he could do what he wanted turned her to jelly.
The finger exploring her folds slid inside with a betrayingly wet sound. The sheer pleasure of his intimate touch made her moan.
He didn’t smile—but the corners of his eyes crinkled. Then, oh God, he bent and he teased his tongue over her clit. Already sensitive, the nub of nerves flared to life as his tongue flicked it, then rubbed lightly…in direct contrast to how he’d wielded the flogger.
His finger inside her increased to two, moving in slowly rotating thrusts.
Her muscles started to tighten as the need to come amplified. She whimpered, tried to move, couldn’t.
Pulling back, he rose. “Since your punishment isn’t over, you should have a diversion for the next round.” Opening the drawer, he pulled out the toy she loved and hated in equal parts—the vibrating anal plug.
“Nooooo.”
Ignoring her, he lubed it and set the plug at her back entrance. When her rim puckered in refusal, he lightly slapped her sore thigh. “Push back, Jessica.”
She’d never been able to defy him when he used that low, commanding tone. Not ever. Her muscles loosened.
The plug slid into place with a slight plop, and her anus closed around the narrow part before the wide flange. His warm palm pressed against her buttocks. “Your body is mine, Jessica. Is it not?”
His.
And he’d deliberately taken possession of her most private area to reinforce that reality. His gray eyes held hers with the inflexibility of forged iron.
The melting sensation in her belly wasn’t new, but somehow the entire bed seemed to be sinking into the floor. She was his. Forever. “Yes, Master,” she whispered.
“Very good.”
He flicked the switch and rose.
Vibrations started, exciting her asshole and pussy, sending sparkling desire all along her nerve endings. Her hips tried to lift again, and she moaned when nothing moved.
As he observed her, his lips curved in a faint smile. “You’re so beautiful.”
When he looked at her with such warmth in his eyes, she felt beautiful. And cherished. Staring up at him, vulnerable and open, she smiled her love back.
“That’s my submissive,” he murmured. He bent and fondled her breasts into aching mounds…and how wonderful was it to have his hands on her again. Gripping her hair with his free hand, he kissed her, long and slow.
When he lifted his head, she was ready for—
“Let’s finish this. Brace yourself, pet.” He picked up the pussy flogger.
Oh God, no. Her body squirmed as if she could wiggle off the top of the bed—and his lips twitched.
To her dismay, he started at her knees again, delivering stinging hits to the inside of her thighs. The blows weren’t as powerful this time, but oh, she was already sore. The strikes inched up her legs.