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Chapter Six

Adam felt the moment when her body let go on a deeper level, felt her long, lean muscles relax. She went very quiet as he began to spank her again, even as he pressed his fingers into her sweet, tight pussy. She was all hot velvet inside, and he wanted to pump into her, wanted to watch her squirm. But he was also loving the trance state she was in now, the way her head had dropped down as she gave herself over. He loved the sharp ache of his cock, even the act of denying himself the pleasure of turning her over and fucking her.

Lord, to fuck her.

Instead, he kept working her pussy with his fingers, kept spanking her, watching the skin on her fine, sweet ass turn darker shades of pink one stroke at a time. She had a perfect ass, this girl. Heart-shaped and absolutely made for spanking. His cock throbbed.

He smacked her harder, using a flat, stiff palm, fingers together, to make for a sharp sting, keeping sensation on the surface of her skin rather than the heavier, thudding sensation he would show her later with a suede flogger.

Yes, must flog her.

Christ, to watch her cuffed and writhing under the flogger.

Her skin was hot beneath his hand and he knew she was feeling the pain. Knew just as well that she was converting the pain to pleasure without even knowing she was doing it. He could see it in the way she moved, her whole torso undulating gently. He could hear it in her sighing breath, feel it in her hot, clenching pussy.

She was going to be a perfect sensation bottom, this girl.

He moved his fingers deeper, thrusting in and out, and felt the signaling quiver deep inside her.

“Not yet, Skye,” he ordered.

“Adam…”

He gave her a sharp smack on the back of her thigh.

“Ah!”

“Shh, quiet. You are not to come yet. Hold it back. You can do it.”

He held perfectly still for several moments until she had herself under control. Then he smacked her ass hard, then harder, and drove his fingers into her again.

She whimpered. She was so damn wet inside, he could hardly stand it.

Control.

Yes, control was key, as always.

He drew in a breath, forcing himself to calm, to keep his voice steady. “Soon,” he told her. “Take a deep breath. Good. Now another.”

She did as he asked. There was no struggle in her to obey, only not to come.

She was too damn perfect, this gorgeous creature.

His cock was a hammering beat in his groin. He needed to come maybe almost as badly as she did.

Focus.

He looked down at her, at the curve of her ass, the sinuous length of her back, the long brown hair falling down around her shoulders. He breathed in her scent: her hair, the sharp scent of her desire.

Just do it. Do what you must. For her.

Because that’s what it was all about, wasn’t it? Being of service in some perverse yet very real way. In his mind what he did as a Dom was service every bit as much as some subbie scrubbing the floor, naked on her knees.

Service and… restitution.

Don’t think. Just be here with her.

He smoothed his palm over her lovely pinking flesh before starting again with a sharp volley of hard, punishing slaps, making her wince, making her groan. He slid one hand under her body to press onto her lusciously swollen clit with his thumb as he smacked the heated flesh of her ass.

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