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“More,” I whisper.

“Shut up, whore.”

Suddenly, there’s a zap on my pussy. “What the fuck!”

There’s another zap on my pussy lips, then a quick spank in the same place. He gives me a moment to settle my breath before hitting me again with the damn zapper thing. Whatever the fuck that thing is, it’s fucking magic. “God, you’re dripping fucking wet.” He runs his hand over my pussy and pushes in a finger. “Clench.” I tighten my muscles and he hits me again with the zapper. “Jesus. You’re such a slut.” My heart rate increases with every degrading name he calls me.

“Please,” I beg.

“What does this little cunt need?” He fucking zaps me while his fingers are inside my pussy.

“I need more,” I breathlessly beg. “Please.”

There’s a deep chuckle, and I can imagine the smug look on his face. “So damn greedy.”

“I am,” I honestly reply.

But he stops. He removes his fingers, and even the zapping stops. No, no, I want more. I take several deep breaths while I listen to Miller moving around the bed. So, I wait. And wait. And fucking wait. Until a sharp and prickling wheel is dragged up my body, from my pussy lips, over my stomach then up to my tits. “Amazing,” he says while using the spiky thing. His wet mouth is over my nipple and he sucks and tugs on it. The spiky thing is running over my other tit. “Just amazing.” The sharp sting of a slap forces a desperate moan rip through me.

Suddenly, my body completely relaxes into the mattress. Not one ounce of stress is present in my mind. “Hmmm.” There’s a mixture of the zaps and spiky thing all over my body. My tits, my pussy, my stomach, even my thighs. It feels amazing and so damn freeing. “Yes,” I groan as my mind whitens with pure pleasure.

“That’s it, let go of everything. Good girl, give it to me,” his voice is throaty, yet calming. The pain is everywhere. The zaps are my favorites but the spiky thing just adds another level of intensity. “Your clit is so fucking swollen.” His mouth is on me, flicking, licking, sucking on my clit. With the zappy thing on my nipple, his mouth on my clit, and just the raw sensation of not being able to see or control anything sends me into a white space. Somewhere between earth and bliss. “Perfection,” his voice is muffled and almost like it’s beyond the veil.

Suddenly, I find my body being moved. The blindfold is being removed, and Miller is dragging me into his body. “What?”

He wipes at my face, and I’m surprised to see wetness. “Just let it go,” he says as he cradles me close to his body.

With my head on his chest, I can hear the strong rhythmic beating of his heart. “Am I crying?” Miller kisses the top of my head and runs his hand gently over my body. “What happened?” I’m so confused.

“You came so hard you began to cry.” He kisses me again. “How do you feel?”

“Like I need to sleep.”

He chuckles and adjusts the bedding so it covers my body. “Then do it.” The butt plug is still in, but it’s not uncomfortable. Besides, I can’t be bothered taking it out. He lightly spanks my ass. “This will need to come out.” It’s like he’s read my mind. “But it can stay in for another hour or two. Sleep now, and I’ll take it out once you wake.”

“I can do it,” I say in a sleepy voice.

“Frankie,” he says and runs his hands over my ass,

“Yeah?”

“Just shut up and let me care for you.”

My eyes close and I feel so light as I drift off to sleep.

Chapter 28

Jeremy

Frankie’s been asleep in my arms for the last two hours. And I need to wake her to get that butt plug out.

And all I think about is how she’s a masochist, and I’m a sadist. And I fucking love hurting her. It makes me hard just thinking about ways to bring her over the edge of pain. There’s something so erotic about the way her body responds when I’m hurting her.

I’ve always loved control in the bedroom, but this is something I didn’t think I had in me.

Not to this level.

But I want to take it further.

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