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He sighed and a moment later, his boots appeared in the corner of her vision. His heels tipped up as he hunkered down beside her and touched her cheek. “Poor Jessica, so confused by all this.”
“Stop patronizing me and unlock the cuffs!”
“And here I thought we were beyond this… Are you taking back the gift you gave me?” He leaned down so his mouth was near hers and stared directly into her eyes.
“I’m not getting paid. I’m only here because of you.” Stabbing his fingers through her braided hair, he turned her and covered her lips.
Jessica groaned as his tongue speared into her mouth taking possession of it as easily as he’d possessed the rest of her. Ravenously, she met him, tasting him and feeling the open need in his urgent kiss. She breathed in his spicy scent, losing herself to him as he consumed her soul.
“Shall we continue?” he said unevenly when he pulled back and stood. “Or do I let you go and we both fruitlessly try to forget this ever happened?” She turned back to the head-down position she’d been in before.
“If you don’t work for Pleasure Palace…” Why was that even hotter? “Then I’m chained up and naked with a stranger.”
“You were before.”
“That was different. It was almost therapeutic, like sex counseling. This is…”
“Wrong? Sinful? Exciting? Arousing? Exactly what you’ve dreamed of since you were old enough to understand sex?”
Her fingers clasped around the loop of metal holding her cuffs. It was all the things he said. “Yes.”
“I won’t endanger you, Jessica.” His deep, sexy, almost-familiar voice sank through her. He could take her to the verge of orgasm just with his confident tone alone. Every word proved he had complete control of this situation.
She loved how he said her name as if just that was his claim on her.
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On Your Knees
“You’re completely safe with me.”
So this was it. Again she was presented with a decision. He was offering exactly what she’d asked for. She could go home unfulfilled. Or the alternative…explore this unknown lifestyle. She wanted both. Her mental pendulum swung back and forth like a wind chime caught in a tornado. She should reassert that she wanted to leave, yet she didn’t really want to leave. She wanted to see what happened. Wasn’t it true that the only real reason she wanted to leave was because she was scared of the flog? Jessica Rush, who wasn’t afraid of anything?
“I want to go on,” she said, tightening her fingers on the ring.
She yelped as the flog thudded against her ass before she could beg him not to hurt her. Much. Deep down, if she examined her hidden fantasies, all those dominations, all the captures, all the force, this was in there too.
“Let it out,” he said. “Scream if you must. Personally it makes me hotter for the frenzy that will take you.”
Tears welled in her eyes and the sting spread against her buttocks. Frenzy? Hah!
“Again,” she whispered. The flog fell, the knots biting into her tender flesh and she bucked unable to hold back a loud cry. He didn’t give her time to react before another caught her thighs, another on her back, on the crease where her leg met her ass so perilously close to her needy cleft.
Her mind went fuzzy as she anticipated another stroke and the backslap as the ends ricocheted and connected again. She angled her hips toward it. He ignored her silent plea and let it fall on her upper back.
“Please, oh Master please,” she begged, widening her knees and dropping her shoulders to the floor. This time he gave in to her but the extra strength in the blow made it clear it was his decision and his alone. No amount of angling or begging would sway him from his mission of total power.
She didn’t care. He could have it. All of it. As long as he wanted.
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Ryan watched Jessica’s body quiver as he doled out the promised flogging. He’d purposely chosen a medium weight flog to
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He sighed and a moment later, his boots appeared in the corner of her vision. His heels tipped up as he hunkered down beside her and touched her cheek. “Poor Jessica, so confused by all this.”
“Stop patronizing me and unlock the cuffs!”
“And here I thought we were beyond this… Are you taking back the gift you gave me?” He leaned down so his mouth was near hers and stared directly into her eyes.
“I’m not getting paid. I’m only here because of you.” Stabbing his fingers through her braided hair, he turned her and covered her lips.
Jessica groaned as his tongue speared into her mouth taking possession of it as easily as he’d possessed the rest of her. Ravenously, she met him, tasting him and feeling the open need in his urgent kiss. She breathed in his spicy scent, losing herself to him as he consumed her soul.
“Shall we continue?” he said unevenly when he pulled back and stood. “Or do I let you go and we both fruitlessly try to forget this ever happened?” She turned back to the head-down position she’d been in before.
“If you don’t work for Pleasure Palace…” Why was that even hotter? “Then I’m chained up and naked with a stranger.”
“You were before.”
“That was different. It was almost therapeutic, like sex counseling. This is…”
“Wrong? Sinful? Exciting? Arousing? Exactly what you’ve dreamed of since you were old enough to understand sex?”
Her fingers clasped around the loop of metal holding her cuffs. It was all the things he said. “Yes.”
“I won’t endanger you, Jessica.” His deep, sexy, almost-familiar voice sank through her. He could take her to the verge of orgasm just with his confident tone alone. Every word proved he had complete control of this situation.
She loved how he said her name as if just that was his claim on her.
50
On Your Knees
“You’re completely safe with me.”
So this was it. Again she was presented with a decision. He was offering exactly what she’d asked for. She could go home unfulfilled. Or the alternative…explore this unknown lifestyle. She wanted both. Her mental pendulum swung back and forth like a wind chime caught in a tornado. She should reassert that she wanted to leave, yet she didn’t really want to leave. She wanted to see what happened. Wasn’t it true that the only real reason she wanted to leave was because she was scared of the flog? Jessica Rush, who wasn’t afraid of anything?
“I want to go on,” she said, tightening her fingers on the ring.
She yelped as the flog thudded against her ass before she could beg him not to hurt her. Much. Deep down, if she examined her hidden fantasies, all those dominations, all the captures, all the force, this was in there too.
“Let it out,” he said. “Scream if you must. Personally it makes me hotter for the frenzy that will take you.”
Tears welled in her eyes and the sting spread against her buttocks. Frenzy? Hah!
“Again,” she whispered. The flog fell, the knots biting into her tender flesh and she bucked unable to hold back a loud cry. He didn’t give her time to react before another caught her thighs, another on her back, on the crease where her leg met her ass so perilously close to her needy cleft.
Her mind went fuzzy as she anticipated another stroke and the backslap as the ends ricocheted and connected again. She angled her hips toward it. He ignored her silent plea and let it fall on her upper back.
“Please, oh Master please,” she begged, widening her knees and dropping her shoulders to the floor. This time he gave in to her but the extra strength in the blow made it clear it was his decision and his alone. No amount of angling or begging would sway him from his mission of total power.
She didn’t care. He could have it. All of it. As long as he wanted.
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Ryan watched Jessica’s body quiver as he doled out the promised flogging. He’d purposely chosen a medium weight flog to
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