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“Off.” Soren tugs at my clothes and together we undress me. “Down,” he orders.

The silkiness of his voice and the one-worded commands has my entire body aching for more.

Back on my knees, I look up at him, enjoying the fact he’s still dressed from the waist down, and I’m kneeling naked in the middle of my family room.

“Too bad I don’t have a belt,” he mutters. “I would love to put you in your place in the correct way, but I’ll have to improvise.”

He picks up my scrubs and pulls the drawstring out. Letting out an indignant sound, I lower my eyes briefly when he gives me alook.

“Hands,” he orders.

Quickly, I offer them to him, and he moves me as he wants me: hands pressed together, pilfered drawstring wrapped around them and my wrists.

It’s not tight as the string is only so long, but the restraint has the desired effect anyway. Whatever leftover tension I held dissipates as I give myself over to Soren completely, trusting him to care for me while I’m virtually helpless.

“Hands and knees,” he says. “Ass up, head down, but keep your upper body off the floor.”

With a groan, I get into position. It takes a moment as I’ve never been very flexible, and not being able to use my hands is a pain in the ass since I have to balance on my forearms and elbows. The only saving grace is the soft rug James convinced me to buy a few years ago.

I’m careful to follow his instructions, lowering my chest and moving my arms out in front of me as much as I can without disobeyingandtipping over, putting my ass out for Soren.

I jump when a hand runs over the swell of my ass. “Such pretty and soft skin you have, Doc. I can’t wait to mark it up.”

The slap against my ass isn’t a surprise, but I still jump anyway.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any fun impact toys in here, would you?”

“Sorry to disappoint, Sir,” I reply. “But no. I don’t.”

“Too bad,” he muses. “I was going to give you what you want, but I’ll settle for whatIwant.”

The dark promise in his words has my stomach swooping and I adjust my position a little, unable to hold still as anticipation churns through me.

“Be still,” he warns.

When he goes quiet, I strain my hearing, trying desperately to figure out what he’s up to. Almost too fast, his hands grab my ass, pulling me closer before his teeth sink into my flesh.

“Fuck!” I shout, trying desperately to stay upright while also absorbing the pain.

Soren chuckles and bites me again, harder this time.

“Motherfucker,” I hiss, as there’s no reprieve from this sting before he bites me again in the same spot.

Over and over he covers both asscheeks in bite marks. Sometimes, he sinks in so deeply there’s no way he hasn’t broken the skin. I can feel the wetness on my skin, both from his saliva and what I assume is blood.

“Fucking hell,” I gasp. “All that checking in, yet you didn’t think to ask if it was okay to break the skin?”

“Do you have a problem with blood, Doc? Or with the idea of me leaving a mark on you?”

I shiver at the low, commanding tone of his voice. “No, Sir,” I reply. “I just thought, after you asked about condoms—even though I doubt you’re going to fuck me today—that you’re the type to check in at every step.”

He chuckles. “Sometimes I am, when it’s something new for the sub, or if it’s particularly cruel; I don’t think that applies to you, does it?”

“No, Sir.”

“Then why,” he asks in a dark voice, “are you being bratty and questioning?”

“I…” I don’t have a good excuse, and he knows that. Proven by the fact he doesn’t ask me to finish my sentence, but instead moves away from me a little.

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