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“You’re taking it beautifully.” Nathan transferred the flogger to his other hand, shaking out his wrist.

“Thank you, Nathan,” she breathed, not sure how loud or softly she might be talking, thanks to the thrumming sound of her own heartbeat in her ears.

“I’m going to work the undersides, and then I’ll crop your nipples and we’ll be done.”

Tara made another humiliating, mewling sound of fear and need.

Once more, the flogger swung through the air in a sideways figure eight, but this time, he caught her breasts on the upswing. Her tight, swollen breasts bobbed with each strike. The falls licked up the underside of her tits, the sensation more spread out than it had been on the top. Again and again, he flogged her, warming her skin and ensuring she felt helpless, abused, and treasured.

Tara swayed, rocking her weight from foot to foot, but Nathan moved with her, his own knees bent, gaze focused on her breasts.

He paused, reaching out to touch her breasts with the back of his hand. Cupping one firm, round tit, he gently stroked her nipple with his thumb. “Last six.”

She arched into his hand, chasing the pleasure of his soft touch, but also offering herself to him—six more or sixty more, she was his to use. “Yes, Nathan.”

Her breasts bounced as he increased the intensity and struck her hard, the previously dull slapping sound louder and sharper than it had been. Tara pressed her face into her upper arm, panting out hot, wet air. She counted silently as he landed the final strikes, each hard enough that she jumped and jerked, whimpering softly.

The flogger clattered to the floor.

“Beautiful.” Nathan once more pressed the back of his hand to each breast in turn, before striding to the other side of the room.

Tara looked down at her breasts. They were patches of reddened flesh on the top of her already darker than normal, taut tits.

A sharp, concentrated snap of pain on her ass made her dance forward until her shoulders protested having her arms stretch up and back.

Nathan rounded to her front, a short crop dangling from one hand. The spot on her ass that he’d just cropped stung, and she tugged helplessly at her arms, wanting to rub it.

“Felt that, did you?” He grinned.

Tara tried to shoot him a doleful look, but she was too deep for banter. Her gaze snapped to the crop.

About the length of his forearm, there was nothing particularly special about it—black, with a folded leather keeper at the tip. The keeper was shorter than what would be normal on an actual crop or jumping bat, but very standard for a human-use impact-play toy.

The tip of the crop notched under her chin, tipping her face up. “I can see you thinking. Talk.”

“Did you know the folded bit at the end of the crop is called a keeper?” Her own voice echoed oddly in her ears, though she held his gaze.

Nathan’s lips twitched. “I didn’t. Why do you know that?”

“Research.”

“Hmm.” He traced her collarbones with the crop, the leather cool, almost cold. Goose bumps broke out along her upper chest and arms. “Are you maybe focusing on that because you’re nervous about having your nipples cropped?”

Tara breathed deep, the air feeling almost sensual as it brushed over her lips, and that caress made her pussy clench.

She was aroused to the point of madness.

“No,” she said finally. “I’m thinking about what the tip of a crop is called to keep myself from begging you to do unspeakable things to me.”

Nathan stepped in, not close enough to press their bodies together but close enough to run his hand up and down her side from armpit to thigh. “At that point where everything, even things on your hard limit list, are starting to sound good?”

“Yes.”

“Then it’s time to finish this.” He looked at her with something like regret. “I won’t be gentle, just because you’re you.”

Before she could digest that sentence, he stepped to the side, then gripped the base of her right breast with his left hand, holding her just in front of the tape.

Her skin felt swollen and tight, the added pressure from his fingers almost painful. Her nipples were completely flat, and her areolas looked massive. Nathan rubbed her nipple with the tip of the crop, and pleasure slid through her.

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