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“You’re going to take it for me like a good girl aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, Nathan.”

“That’s right. Lean on me if you have to.”

Nathan helped position her so her body was angled to his and she could rest her right side against his chest and shoulder, her ass propped against his thigh.

Nathan kissed the top of her abused right breast, then rested his cheek there as he worked the wheel over her left tit.

He focused on her nipple, with tiny back and forth rolls that caused rapid-fire sparks of pain to shoot through her.

Tara panted, tears wetting her cheeks, while her sex throbbed with need.

“Need me to stop?” he asked softly.

“No, no, no. I need more.” Her words came hard and fast. “I need you to fuck me. I want you to spread my legs and use that thing on my clit. I want you to bite me and hurt me and kiss me and...”

Tara screamed when Nathan bit one breast even as he ground the pinwheel into her other nipple.

Chapter 12

She could do nothing but pant and moan as Nathan softened his touches. Licking the teeth marks he’d left in her tit and switching to pricking the sides and top of her breast, giving her abused nipple a break.

She felt hot and shivery, every inch of her skin hypersensitive, not just her bound, pricked breasts. Nathan was merciless, in the best way possible.

His movements were faster, though he was still thorough—making sure every inch of that breast felt the sharp poke of the pins. The speed felt like impatience, and her sex agreed it was time to hurry up and get to fucking.

Tara was too deep in both her submission and her arousal to care about the embarrassing, mewling noises she was making, or the way she was grinding her sore ass against his hard thigh.

“You’re taking this so well.” Nathan’s hands on her hips eased her away until she was no longer leaning on him.

Tara watched him through her lashes as he moved the stool to the side, stepped back, and shook out the tails of the flogger he now held.

“Tara.” His voice was gentle. “I’m going to flog your breasts, and then crop your nipples.”

Tara whined in need and fear, swaying on her feet. Her vision was blurry, so she blinked away the tears, wiping her cheeks on her upraised arms.

“I don’t expect you to count.” Nathan reached out to palm one breast, fondling her possessively even as his words soothed. “All you need to do is accept it, and tell me if anything hurts too much, or if you can’t feel the strikes.”

Tara nodded.

“No. Tell me you understand.”

“Yes, Nathan.”

“I want to hear it.” He switched to gently squeezing the other breast, thumb idly rubbing her flat nipple.

“You’re going to flog my breasts,” she panted. “Then you’re going to crop my nipples. And I’m going to tell you if it’s too much.”

“Good girl.”

Nathan brushed each nipple with one finger in turn before shifting back several feet. He raised his arm and she traced the length of his arm to his hand, gaze skittering down the soft black falls of the flogger. He started working the flogger in the air, using only his wrist, the rest of his arm steady, his knees slightly bent.

He swished it through the air a few times before starting a rhythmic, repetitive motion. The falls traced an infinity symbol in the air.

It was almost hypnotic.

Nathan stopped just as she’d fallen under the spell of the steady movement, his arm dropping to his side. Tara stiffened as she looked at him.

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