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“What are you not going to do?”

“I’m not going to come, Sir.” By far, this was the worst punishment she’d ever received.

“And what are you going to do?”

“Use my manners, Sir.”

Other exacting Doms had spanked her for her rare lapses, but she knew this unique form of torture would linger.

Then it hit her.

He was still waiting for her gratitude.

Damn. Will I learn? “Thank you, Sir!”

He tweaked her labia then pushed his thumb against her clit.

She jerked away from his hand but forced herself back into position before he needed to correct her. “Sir, I’m on the edge.”

“Mmm.”

His voice sounded disinterested, and she was splintering from the inside out.

In all her years of BDSM play, she’d never had a Dom who refused to stop when she said the word edge.

“Thank you for the lesson,” she whispered as she repeatedly slammed her heels into the floor, hoping to distract herself from the power of the approaching orgasm. “You’re being amazingly instructive.”

Babbling, she repeatedly thanked him, balling her hands into fists.

“There are ways for me to keep you right where you are without letting you come, heightening your tension for minutes, maybe an hour.”

“Sir’s abilities are amazing.”

He backed off a little, offering a tiny respite, but reinforcing what he’d just said.

But surely he wouldn’t actually continue this for much longer. Surely. “Thank you for that. I’m grateful.”

“I’m quite certain you are.” He laughed and the warm, genuine sound drenched her in intimacy.

Her clit seemed to have swollen to twice its normal size. Then the awful Dom pulled back its little hood, exposing more of it.

Frantically, she dug her fingernails into her ankles.

Her damnable tights constricted her movements, making it impossible for her to part her legs in order to dissipate the prickling sensations that blazed through her.

Unable to decide what to do, out of viable techniques, she surrendered and tried to let her mind float. “Thank you,” she whispered.

If she couldn’t hold on, if he won this battle, at least she would have an earthshaking orgasm out of it. “Thank you,” she repeated. Not just for the lesson, but for the attention, the way he noted her reactions and his relentlessness. “Thank you, Sir. Master Niles.” Over and over, she repeated the words until they became part blur, part mantra.

Somewhere, somehow, she forgot about herself.

A moment ago, she’d been thinking about her own satisfaction. Now, she wanted nothing more than to please him.

Eyes closed, focusing on her heartbeat, she shut out everything else but thoughts of him.

“That’s it. Fight it because your Dominant demands that of you.”

His voice seemed to come from a long way off.

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