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And submission.

Standing at the foot of the bed once again, I continue.

“I used to get into all kinds of trouble when I was younger. My childhood wasn’t very far off from yours. My mother died when I was little, leaving my father to raise me. I didn’t have an Emmaline, though. It was a very lonely time in my life. My father would get angry with me easily, and he’d beat me. The beatings weren’t terrible, but only because he knew better. I still had to go out into public and attend school, so he was careful not to do it too often, and he never hurt me where any of my teachers would see it.”

Not taking my eyes from her, I stare deeply into them. I want her to feel what I feel. I want her to see we’re connected through our trauma. That I know exactly what she’s going through, but also how to help her move forward.

“What was much harder to deal with was once a month when his friends would come over for poker. They’d stay up until all hours of the night, drinking and smoking cigars. Once my father was drunk enough, his friend would sneak into my room and force me to do all manner of things to him and with him.”

Through the agony of unrelieved lust, her eyes appear to soften a little.

“The abuse went on for...many years. My father never caught on, or if he did, he never put an end to it. Eventually, my father died, and I went to live with my aunt and uncle from the time I was fourteen until I turned eighteen. I was relieved the abuse had stopped, but I didn’t know how to cope with my trauma. That’s when I began to rebel against any and everything.

I shoplifted, broke into neighbor’s houses, experimented with drugs. Finally, I was caught defacing several buildings at the local university by a professor of psychology. Instead of jailtime, he told the judge he would take me in and ensure I stayed on a straight and narrow path.”

Placing my hands back into my pockets, I continue walking circles around the bed once again.

“While I lived with him, I read and took a liking to several of the psychology books in his study. When he noticed this, he signed me up for classes and told me I was to attend every day and get good marks or else he would call the police and tell them to throw me in jail. That’s what started me on the path to getting my medical license and becoming a successful doctor.

“As for my Dom side, I realized I needed something to make me feel like I was in control of myself and my life. Something outside of mainstream life. I took a chance and went to a BDSM club. One time was all I needed. I was hooked. I befriended one of the house Dommes, and she taught me everything I know.”

Checking my watch, I realize hour four has just ended. I walk around to the side of the bed and grab the arousal cream. Brynn cries out as I hold her open wide once again. I watch her pussy cry tears of desire as more cum escapes from inside of her. Circling her clit, my dick screams at me. I want to take her so badly. I didn’t take my own lust into consideration when I assigned her punishment. But again, I needed to be punished just as much as she did.

When her penance is over, instead of sending her to bed unfulfilled, I may have another idea in mind.

* * *

At the end of Brynn’s nine hours, I helped her off the bed and had her sit in the BDSM chair. She’s tied up and ready for the next phase of the evening. Despite being painfully aroused, she’s a lot calmer than I expected her to be at this point. She didn’t even fight me while I was tying her up. I’d like to think it’s because she’s already learned her lesson, but I’m sure it’s more from fatigue than anything.

“Brynn.”

She lifts her head so she’s looking at me.

“It’s time for the next round.”

“No,” she whispers weakly. “Please, no more.”

“I think you’ll be singing a different tune in a minute or two.”

Reaching behind the chair, I pick up the vibrating wand I placed there earlier while I was killing time.

Pressing the power button, the instrument comes to life. I drag my thumb through her soaking wet core, grabbing a bit of moisture and covering her clit with it. She’s plenty wet, but the way her eyes roll back in her head when my thumb connects with her rock-hard bundle of nerves is intoxicating. She rewards me with a moan that makes my cock ache painfully more than it already does.

I replace my thumb with the head of the vibrator, and within seconds her entire body tenses as her first of many orgasms shudders through her. In a matter of seconds liquid pours from her, and it doesn’t let up until her pleasure subsides. Her head rolls back, resting on the chair’s tall backrest. Breathing hard, her eyes open a little wider. The endorphins are flowing, and it’s reviving some of her energy.

I don’t take the vibrator away from her clit, though. My intention is to take her from one kind of blissful agony to another. When she gathers enough strength, her eyes find mine again. The pleading look in her ice-blue stare tells me exactly what she wants.

She wants to come again, and I intend to let her. Over and over and over until she begs me to stop. Until she’s depleted, limp, and feeling as though one more orgasm will be what ends her existence.

And then I’ll do it once more.

ChapterEighteen

BRYNN

The beamsof the morning sunlight hit my face, waking me from one of the most intense dreams I’ve ever had.

I pull my pillow over my head, begging my mind to go back to sleep, when I catch the unfamiliar scent of wildflowers and rain.

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