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 Like  she rolled onto her stomach and lifted herself onto her palms and knees, sending him a
questioning glace over her shoulder  this?
He swallowed hard at the sight of her bare ass, plump, round, and ready.  No. He kept his voice
low. Deliberate, in spite of the riot going on inside him.  Lean forward onto your elbows, forehead
against the mattress.
She dropped the top half of her body low as he d asked and just when he thought the picture
couldn t get prettier, it did. Her bowed back was elegant, the dip of her spine a dream. His hands
ached to touch her, but he stayed where he was, sucking in long, steadying breaths.
 I want you to close your eyes now.
 Okay, they re closed.
Her voice was trembling and he resisted the urge to make sure it was from excitement and not fear.
He d know soon enough, and like he d told her. As much as she had to trust him to respect her
boundaries, he had to trust her to utter her safe word if she needed to.
He crossed the room, committing the stunning sight to memory before rounding to the side of the
bed, lining up next to her knees.
 Do you know what happens to thieves, Ms. Mack? he asked softly.
She shook her head against the mattress but didn t respond verbally. Apparently Ms. Mack wasn t
quite as ballsy as she d been earlier.
 Normally they go to prison, don t they? So this is pretty nice of me, wouldn t you say?
She nodded and made a little squeaking sound he took as a yes.
 In light of my kindness, after each lash, I d like you to thank me. Is that understood? A long pause
this time, and he knew she was fighting her own ornery nature that demanded she argue. He almost
cracked a smile, imagining the names she was probably calling him in her head, but then she nodded
and suddenly shit wasn t funny anymore.
He kept his tone clipped.  I need the words, Ms. Mack. Are we clear?
 Yes, she whispered.
The buzzing in his ears increased tenfold and he looked down to see that his hands were shaking
with need.
Well, fuck.
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It was so quiet, she wondered if he d even heard her. Not willing to give him any excuse to call it off
after her safe-word slipup, she swallowed hard and repeated herself, more loudly this time.
 Y-yes. God, her legs were trembling, her pulse was pounding, and she was so wet, she was
almost embarrassed by it.
Almost.
 Excellent. And when we re done, if you re very good, I ll let you ride my cock.
His bold words and the raw heat of his tone sent a thrill skittering through her before settling
between her hips. She wondered briefly if anyone had ever died from need.
He moved in closer and laid a warm hand on her lower back.  Ready?
She nodded, stiffening, bracing herself for the first blow, but it never came.
 I need you to take a deep breath and relax. Let your muscles go loose. Try to embrace the pain
rather than fight it, all right?
She willed her body to go lax, diverting her attention toward scrunching up her face instead. The
clock in the room was digital, but she swore she could hear the seconds tick by interminably as she
waited for the sting of the flogger.
Instead, the strong, gentle hand on her back dipped lower to stroke the curve of her ass, kneading
and rubbing. Fingertips drifted close to the crevice there and then lower to where all the heat and
moisture in her body had seemed to pool. She gasped and pushed back against him, urging those
fingers to dip lower, to slide
Smack!
Courtney stiffened, the pain of the leather straps streaking over her ass cheek. Before she could pull
away, that hand was in motion again, massaging the offending spot. It still stung, heck, his firm touch
even intensified it, but the sensation went from white-hot pain to molten pleasure.
She pulsed back against him, again urging him to use his fingers to take her over the edge. God
knew it wouldn t take much. Right when she found herself wondering if anyone had ever come from
having their ass rubbed, suddenly, he pulled his hand away.
 Where s my thank you, Ms. Mack?
His voice was low and steady, but thick with need, and she reveled in the fact that he was as
affected as she was. It made it so much easier to let the last of her inhibitions go. To hand him the
keys and let him drive them both to the edge of sanity.
 Thank you, Mr. Welter.
Now please, again, she wanted to beg, but knew it would get her nowhere. She stayed perfectly
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