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“Spread your legs,” I snap my order, and she wiggles them apart as best she can. This makes the binds bite into her wrists more, and makes the entire position more stressful.

I stand to her left. Reaching my hand between her legs, I cup her pussy. The warmth and wetness make my cock hard.

I kiss her cheek once more.

“This is going to hurt like a bitch, little bird,” I warn her. The little knots in the braids will bite into her skin. “You’re safe with me.”

She lowers her eyes and presses her head against the beam.

“I know,” she whispers just before I step back from her half naked from.

Her back and ass are unblemished.

They won’t be when we’re done here.

Pulling my hand back, I clench my jaw, and unleash.

The flogger cracks across her ass.

She screams, throwing her head back. Losing her footing, she dangles for a second before she finds purchase and gets back into position.

Two dark blotches form on her ass where the knots struck.

I take aim.

Strike.

Another scream of pain, but it’s one I’ve come to love from her. A woman kneeling just off the center of the platform sucks in a gasp.

Again, I whip her. Again and again, until I’m nearly out of breath and her cries melt together and I can’t distinguish one from another.

Another woman moans from behind me. I follow her concerned gaze to a spot on Harley’s back.

The knot broke the skin, just below her shoulder blade.

There’s a thin trail of red as the dollop of blood rolls down her back. I catch it with my thumb and bring it to my mouth.

Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing harsh, but she doesn’t beg me to stop.

I can’t now, even if she wants me to.

Jimmy has moved seats. He’s front and center now, watching us.

I’m not nearly as gruesome as his show.

And not just because I love this woman.

And I do.

The intensity of that love guides my hand as I bring the flogger down on her back, her ass, her thighs.

I cover her with sharp strikes. The knots leave welts. They bite into skin, making her bleed.

Her head lolls to the side, and I can see her eyes have rolled back in her head.

She’s flying high, my little bird.

Fuck, this woman is so perfect.

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