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“Oh fuck,” Zafira whimpered as the first wave of warmth from her ass penetrated her mind.

“Normally, when I play with ginger root, I deny the sub climaxes, but in your case, I’m going for the opposite. So, subbie, you can come as often and as hard as you need to.”

“I hate forced climaxes, Bogdan,” she snapped acerbically.

Crack! Crack!

“Holy shit,” she screamed as her ass cheeks clenched from the painful strikes. Heat exploded inside her ass.

“Call me Bogdan once more and I’ll use my belt. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Master Slayer.” Zafira’s breath was choppy. He had just pushed the damn root up her ass, and it already burned like Satan’s breath.

“I’ve been hungry for this little nub,” Bogdan growled as he buried his head between her thighs and locked his lips around her clit.

“Oh, blyad’!” Zafira moaned and thrashed against his face as he alternated sucking and nibbling until her mind was ready to combust. At the same time, the scorching hot sensations he had warned her about were triggered. Lust sped through her veins, leaving her helpless against every wave of eroticism that he unleashed, intensified by the heat in her ass.

An orgasm rushed through her with such suddenness, her breathing became haggard as she thrashed against the hold she had on her legs. His warning to keep them there flashed through her mind, and she clung to them as her entire body clenched through the ripples that threatened to unhinge her.

“Beautiful, but try not to lose your plug in the process, subbie,” Bogdan praised as he shoved the ginger root that was being pushed out back inside her ass.

Zafira forced breath into her lungs, doing her best to keep her anus from clenching and unclenching in tandem with her throbbing clit.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

“Isus Hristos!” Zafira screamed as his large hand planted three brutal slaps right over her pussy and clit. Her hips lifted, and her ass clenched. “Nooo,” she cried as it felt like her ass was invaded by a flood of lava.

After six orgasms, the intense burning subsided somewhat. The heat was still intense, but it was more of a warming feeling, a sort of minty-tingly buzz that kept her aware and on the verge of the need to come.

Still, the devil Master wasn’t satisfied as once again his palm cracked across her buttocks. Over and over. Her screams echoed through the cabin as she writhed against the unpleasant combination of pain, heat, and lust.

“No more. Fuck, please. Have mercy,” she pleaded as his fingers plucked at her clit before pushing two fingers inside her. With precision, he tapped them against her G-spot. “Shit,” she gasped in surprise as a climax rolled over her.

“I want your eyes on me, Zafira. Open them and keep them on me.”

Reluctantly, she opened her eyes. She had kept them closed in an effort not to allow him to see her vulnerability. He hadn’t been fooled. Lifting her head, her lust-filled eyes seared him. It soothed Zafira’s tortured mind to notice the way his cock strained against his boxers. He was rock-hard and suffering as much as she was.

“That was the last one, subbie. You don’t come again until I fuck you. Is that clear?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Zafira knew there was no way she’d be able to hold back, especially since there was no warning with the intensity of the effect the root had on her. No tingling, no tightening of her clit... just a rush when the climax already ripped through her.

“Do not disappoint me, subbie.”

His deep voice resonated inside her, awakening the subconscious desire to please him... her Dom, her Master Slayer.

“I won’t, Master Slayer,” she vowed softly as she resolutely tightened the hold on her legs.

For the next ten minutes, Bogdan pushed her to the edge, over and over, until she was writhing in desperation, thrashing, pleading, cursing, and then pleading again.

“That was beautiful, Zafira. You did so well, my subbie. I’m proud of you,” Bogdan said as he slowly removed the torture-root from her ass.

“There, relax, my pet,” he cooed as he forced her hands to release her legs, and he carefully assisted her in straightening them. Her moans were a mixture of bliss and pain when he gently massaged the muscles in her legs until she was completely relaxed.

“So... are we ever going to get to the fucking part?” Zafira demanded once she was breathing normally. It didn’t matter that she had come so many times that even her teeth hurt. Her pussy wanted more... it wanted him—his hard cock taking possession of her, pounding her into Kingdom come.

Standing beside the bed, Bogdan dropped his boxers. Zafira drooled as his rock-hard cock jutted out in a perpendicular arch. Precum glistened on the velvety tip. She swallowed hard, watching as he stroked his cock with slow, measured slides. Her nipples were hard little buttons, painful in her need.

Tired of waiting, she got on her knees and ran her hands up the inside of his legs.

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