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Though his promise felt almost like a threat, I knew it was just an assurance of how safe I was with him. He was telling me his limit and setting his own boundary, just like I set mine.

"Yes, Daddy." I whispered my understanding, and he stepped away.

As he picked up the flogger again, our friends clapped in the distance, applauding the struggle we'd worked through.

My body hummed with anticipation as peace settled in my heart. I had no doubt that subspace was coming; given half a chance, barring me safewording again, Bas would not stop until he gave me that gift. He knew I needed and craved it just as much as I did. Reaching it would be just another step in the process of moving on and putting my ill-fated marriage behind me.

I closed my eyes and relaxed my body, knowing that Bas was watching me, waiting. As soon as my muscles unflexed, the flogger falls crashed against my bottom and thighs, each little leather knot leaving a mark of its own on the tender skin. I couldn't see them, but I could feel them rising up and knew they'd fade quickly, only to appear again as the flogging continued.

It did. The flogger continued its gentle assault, marking all across my back and shoulders and sides, my lower back and ass, and down my thighs to the tops of my knees.

I breathed in each stinging thud and welcomed the rush of feelings that warmed me from the inside out. My eyelids grew heavy and my body felt like it was floating outside itself, and I knew it was happening again. This time I didn't panic, giving into the loss of control, reminding myself that I was surrounded by friends, giving myself over in submission to a man I loved and trusted. I fell limp against the metal just as the vibrations began buzzing against my clit. I'd forgotten about the panties in my subspace haze. The shock of the arousal could have jarred me out of the floating sensation, but it did just the opposite, relaxing my core as I gave myself over to the combination of pleasure and pain.

Through my haze, I knew that I was reaching orgasm, and I was past the point of being able to stop myself.

"Please don't be mad, Daddy," I whispered. And then, just as suddenly as the vibrator had roared to life, it stilled, and Bas was behind me, the flogger abandoned, his hands all over my body, inspecting every mark, claiming me with every touch.

His hands curled against the curve of my ass and then between my legs, gripping my mound from behind as he pushed his fingers between my slick folds.

"Come for Daddy," he commanded.

Like a good girl, I did what I was told.

Chapter Ten

Bas

Her body curved against me as my fingers worked to bring her hurling toward the brink of orgasm. She was there, she'd been there, and I could have let her come, but I couldn't stand the thought of watching her come undone and not feeling her body against mine as her nerves exploded. I slid my fingers inside her and her pussy curved to accept them as I strummed her. I could feel the heat radiating from her in waves, and could almost hear her blood rushing in her veins and her body humming as she neared climax. Her back arched, pushing her bottom out. She pressed it against my groin and I groaned.

"Naughty little brat," I growled in her ear as my cock hardened and grew, straining against my slacks, pressing against her ass.

"Come now." I commanded.

And she did. She cried out as she released, and her body went tense, then limp. She screamed and collapsed into sobs. It wasn't unexpected for someone in subspace.

I took charge immediately, unstrapping her wrists, then her ankles, and pulling her into my arms. I all but staggered back to the table where we'd been sitting with our friends and cradled her against my chest as I took a seat between Bain and Lennon.

The guys sprang into action, with Archer sanitizing the cross before its next use, Lennon jumping back only to return a few minutes later with two bottles of water and a small bar of chocolate, and Bain bringing me a thick blanket in rich purple plush fleece that matched the club's decor.

I uncapped both waters and took a sip for myself before pulling Nyla back from my chest and bringing the mouth of the bottle to her lips.

She was still crying too hard to accept it, but I didn't give in, whispering words of comfort as I waited her out. "C'mon sweet babygirl. You're okay. Daddy's got you."

The simple reminder seemed to settle her, and she stopped crying as best she could and accepted a sip of water. Then, pulling herself into a sitting position on my lap, she allowed Bain to wrap the blanket around her shoulders. Her body was shaking from the adrenaline, but she was relaxed and at peace, if a bit foggy. After the initial sip, she downed the water, draining the bottle in greedy gulps and licking her lips when it was finished.

"I didn't realize how thirsty I was," she panted, her voice hoarse. She sat up straighter and winced, shifting her weight in my lap. I knew it was more out of instinct than anything else. She was still too numb and pumped full of adrenaline to feel the full extent of the pain that would settle in later.

She spotted the chocolate bar and her eyes lit up. "Is that for me?"

"Of course." I reached for it and unwrapped it, breaking off a square and handing it to her.

She took a little nibble and sighed happily. "You guys are the best, seriously. I love you all."

Before anyone could respond in kind, she finished off the square of chocolate and leaned her head against my chest, her eyes closing.

I wrapped one arm tightly around her and finished my water with the other.

“She asleep?” Lennon asked, leaning in.

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