Page 185 of Malicious Claim

I nudged her legs with the edge of my boot. "Spread your legs."

She obeyed, and I locked the spreader bar to her ankles. Her body opened for me, helpless, restrained, perfect. She didn't even realize how exquisite she looked like that. Or maybe she did.

I moved in front of her again, kneeling so we were eye-level. I wanted her to see the intensity in my eyes. Wanted her to drown in it.

"So, you want to be dominated?"

I already knew the answer, but I needed to hear it. Needed her to give it freely.

"Yes," she breathed.

The way she readily agreed awakened something primal inside me. I smirked, feeling pleased.

I slipped the blindfold over her eyes, tying it tightly.

"Stay."

I left her there, just to see how long she'd last. Also, I wanted to keep her in suspense.

She shifted on her knees after some time.

"Makros," she called.

"Shh, be quiet."

I picked up a leather crop, tapped it against my boot, and watched as the sudden noise caused her to flinch.

I dragged the tip along her thigh, slowly, deliberately, stopping at the panties I'd picked out for her. She flinched again.

I frowned.

"You're not allowed to flinch," I murmured. "I'm giving you ten strikes. You take everything or I start over."

And I meant it.

The first strike landed sharp across her thigh. Then another. She hissed. Her head dropped.

"Count."

"One," she whispered.

"Louder."

"One."

Good.

I continued with measured strikes, but they still hit hard causing her body to shudder. Five. Six. She flinched before the next one landed, and I started over.

Ten. She trembled.

"Still good?"

"Yeah," she managed to say.

My chest tightened at that. Such a brave little thing. Still with me.

I released her wrists, then asked her to lean on all fours. She arched her back up perfectly. Her ass was so high up, open, bare to me. My cock ached, but I made myself wait.

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