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“Your panties are getting wetter,” he observed.

“You keep teasing me,” she shot back.

It was all he could do not to laugh. That was the name of the game. “Do you want me to stop?”

Still heaving, she whined. He didn’t know her that well, but he knew this much—she didn’t want him to stop. And he wanted to hear her say it. Bringing the crop down over her left breast, she let out a yelp as she tried to twist away from the blow.

“No,” she whimpered.

“No, what?”

“No.” She took a deep, shaky breath. “No, I don’t want you to stop.”

“What do you want?”

She panted.

The crop came down on her right breast.

Shaking, she howled before she answered. “More.”

Good, because he’d just gotten fucking started.

Chapter 20

Gingersnap

The following morning, Liz had expected the soreness. Standing before the full-length mirror, she pressed her fingers into the bruises from the crop on her left breast. Wincing, she liked it. The odd sense of pride in wearing the mark he’d left on her was unexpected.

She’d had marks before. Rope marks usually only lasted a few hours. Rope burns, on the other hand, they lasted a few days and were more of an annoyance. This was a bruise. It would take a few days to heal; meanwhile, she’d have a reminder of their scene.

Her hands traveled down, farther, to her thighs. Her right had bruised more than her left, but he’d done a good job. What had once been striped from his cane had morphed while she slept. Blotchy stains of red and deep purple splashed across her legs. He’d used his floggers and paddle too.

During the scene, she’d lost herself in the sensations of thuds and stings. He’d swung each item to the beat of the music that played through the speaker. She’d never listen to Halestorm the same way again. She’d lost all sense of time and space. Then he brought her back to reality with her vibrator, torturing her to orgasm while he pulled the clover clamps off. One orgasm for each nipple.

Richard had never played that hard, or that long. When it was over, PRK untied her, wrapped her in a soft blanket, gave her water, and held her. He massaged her aching muscles and sore body with a special lotion that he left behind. He explained it had vitamin K in it, to help with the healing.

She wasn’t even sure when he left. She must have fallen asleep because she woke up in her bed, tucked in. Upon inspection, she found her toys back in her tote at the foot of her bed. When she ventured out of her room for breakfast, she noted her locked door and a note on her fridge thanking her for an incredible scene. She even had a text waiting for her when she woke up telling her she did amazing, and that he’d gotten home safe, at three in the morning.

Jesus fucking Christ. How long was their scene?

If she wasn’t careful, she could fall for a guy like that.

Back in her room, before the mirror, she could only relive the scene in her mind. Still admiring the marks he’d left on her body, touching them, pressing them, feeling the pain again, imagining it was him causing it, she closed her eyes. The blindfold had only awarded her some sight, so she couldn’t actually see his face during the scene, but she could remember the sound of the canes swooshing through the air. When they slapped against her skin, they stung. Oh, how they stung. The falls of the floggers swished before they licked her thighs, and no matter how hard she pulled against the ropes that bound her, she couldn’t have gotten away. The helplessness of it made it that much better.

She squeezed her thighs together, and she wanted more. Never had she thought she would be a masochist. Yes, she always knew she loved bondage. She knew the feeling of being restrained, being vulnerable, took her to a headspace like no other, but she never knew that pain could take her even higher. Thinking of PRK, and the way he touched her, the way he had tied her, and the way he’d hit her, had her on fire all over again and it’d only been hours ago.

Brrrrmmm

Brrrrmmm

Jerking her head around, she covered her breasts as though the sound of her phone vibrating on her bed somehow made her visible to whomever texted her. She rolled her eyes at herself and walked to her bed to check and see the message.

PRK: Be sure to reapply the lotion in the morning and before you go to bed.

Smiling at his message, she looked around for the bottle he’d left.

Gingersnap: Yes, sir.

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