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She drops it back down to her side.

“Stay still,” I command. “And stay quiet, as well. The only thing you’re allowed to say is your safe word, if you need it.”

She nods.

She understands.

And so do I.

I understand Skye so much better than the last time we were here together.

I understand myself much better as well.

What goes on in this room is my choice, not hers. Her choice is whether to consent.

I move away from the table. When I return, I pick up the flogger once more and whip it across her breasts.

She gasps.

I gasp as well, and my cock strains. “I brought a blush to your tits. So beautiful.”

Her nipples are straining, having grown even harder from the flogger.

I bring it across her breasts again, and then once more.

Then I whip her abdomen softly. Then harder. Harder still.

Until I come to her clit.

It’s hard and straining. I can tell she wants to lift her hips.

But she’s bound.

Bound only by my command, but my will is stronger than the mightiest rope in Skye’s mind.

What a fucking turn-on.

I’m so hard. So ready.

I hold the flogger in my hand—an extension of myself. The leather strands weave their way into my blood and breath. A weapon of pleasure, not pain.

I tease her with the flogger, trailing it ever so lightly over her clit.

She’s ready to explode. I can tell by the way her body tenses, the slight quiver in her legs. Her breath has grown shallow and quick, trembling as it leaves her parted lips. I can almost taste her anticipation, thick in the air between us.

I tease her slowly. Each stroke is deliberate, leather on bare skin as we both teeter on the edge. The rustic scent of leather and raw desire fills the room.

I inhale deeply. Savor the fragrance of Skye and what I’m doing to her.

She jerks under the flogger. With each whip her body becomes more flushed and beautiful.

Yes. She’s ready. Ready for something special. Something she asked for.

And this time, despite my past, I can give it to her.

I turn from her for a moment and grab a red taper candle out of a drawer. Then I turn back her.

“Soy wax,” I say. “It burns cooler than paraffin. I can’t risk burning your beautiful skin.”

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