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With every word she could feel herself getting wetter, feel herself slipping into that place where all she could see, hear, or feel was Dominic. “You do, Master.”

“That’s right.”

She bucked as his fingers circled around her engorged clit. He pushed his knees between hers, spreading her legs further, his fingers driving her higher as he worked the plug in and out of her sex. Oh God, it had been so long since she’d felt like this, drowning in desire, willing to do anything for the pleasure she knew he could provide.

He worked the plug back and forth, clever fingers brushing softly over her clit, not giving her the pressure she needed until she was grinding back against him, uncaring of the pain it caused her her abused skin. Still Dominic drove her further and further up.

Then he pressed on her clit, hard, rubbing in firm tight circles, exactly what he’d known she needed to detonate. “Come right now, Cassandra.”

She did, calling his name as the ecstasy washed over her. She wasn’t down from the high before she felt Dominic taking some of her juices and rubbing them onto her ass, then immediately put the plug there. She shied away from it, her flesh so tender from the spanking, but he grabbed her hip.

“You take it, right now, or we start all over again with the spanking.”

She quit trying to move away. Dominic kept adding her own natural lubrication with one hand, working the plug in with the other. He was persistent, pushing it against her back hole even as the plug became wider.

Cassandra could hear herself keening lowly, the pain intense. She hadn’t had anything or anyone near this hole in seven years. The burn on her skin from the spanking just made it worse. She wasn’t going to be able to do this. Knew she was about to break away and start to run.

“Bear down, Cass. Right now.”

Cass. He’d called her Cass the way he’d used to.

She bore down.

A small scream escaped her as he worked the widest part of the plug into her asshole then let out a shuddery breath as it slipped the rest of the way in to the narrow notch, providing her with relief. The wide base brushing up against her burning ass was uncomfortable but bearable.

She stayed in place as Dominic got to his feet.

“There, Tambour. Whipped and plugged. I think her humiliation is complete and between this and the money, the debt is repaid.”

Tambour, when he spoke, was directly behind her. She knew he was studying her in her sprawled position, with her ass in the air. She just focused on breathing.

“Yes, she walks out of here wearing that plug and I consider her debt repaid.” Tambour laughed. “I’m going to try all this on my girlfriend.”

“Let’s go, Cassandra.” She felt a hand on her shoulder.

She wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to get up without falling on her face, but to her surprise, Dominic’s hand slid to her elbow and helped her. The plug felt foreign, strange in this new position, but she said nothing.

Dominic shocked her again by unbuttoning his shirt and placing it around her.

Tambour scoffed. “I thought you had all sorts of punishments planned for her.”

“I do,” Dominic responded, buttoning the shirt so it hid her nakedness. “But none of them involve pneumonia.”

He took her arm and began to walk towards the door. She was dizzy. Lack of food, lack of sleep, everything that had happened in the last few days came crashing down on her and she stumbled. Dom caught her, wrapping his arm around her waist and keeping her steady as they left the warehouse where she’d been so sure she would die.

But as she cast a glance at the man — her husband — staring at her so icily, she knew the danger was far from over.

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