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He has always been beautiful, but like this, hyper-masculine… My heart trembles in my chest. I watch him, practically drooling for him. His cock is hard and huge. I bite down on my lip, needing him to take me now. Needing him all.

He turns to look at me for a moment. I stand as he left me, arms behind my back, my eyes on his dick. My cheeks flame but I don’t look away.

He opens the bureau drawer and I ache to move closer, to see what’s within. But soon enough he begins to remove items. Little boxes and pouches and—I gulp—a paddle of some sort.

He turns to face me, appraising me, and I smile. Just a small smile. I’m nervous, but the smile is enough… Enough to show him that I want this, that I want him.

‘Come here.’

It’s a command. I like him commanding me in the bedroom. In real life he knows I’m no push-over. I have opinions and I like to argue them—it’s how we used to spend a lot of our time. Each conversation like foreplay. But in this instance I’m happy for him to direct me.

I walk slowly, though. My knees are knocking together I’m so freaking turned on and excited.

‘You want this?’

I nod.

‘Why?’

The question seems almost torn from him. Tormented.

‘Because…’

‘Not an answer.’ He tsks, but his lips quirk into a smile. He reaches for one of the pouches, weighing it in his hands. ‘You’ll say “tennis” if you want to stop,’ he murmurs.

‘Tennis?’ I whisper, my lips quirking into a smile as I remember the games we’d played at his father’s Hampton’s estate. Our history is littered with so much pleasant detritus.

‘A safe word.’

A safe word. Got it. I nod again.

His eyes hold mine as he opens the pouch and I can’t help it. I look down. I don’t immediately recognise what he’s pulling out. Jewels? Earrings?

It’s two diamonds surrounded by gold, connected by a chain. He lifts one so I can see it. It’s a clip, of sorts.

He hovers it over my lips and then runs it lower, over my chin, between my breasts and sideways, clamping one diamond on a nipple. I gasp. It doesn’t hurt—it just feels like he’s squeezing me lightly between thumb and forefinger. I like it. A lot. He fits the second to my other breast and then he jerks on the chain that joins them together. His expression is droll when his eyes meet mine.

‘That hurts!’ I cry out, but the pain dies down and I’m left with a throbbing sensation that is heaven on earth.

‘You like that?’

A moan is all I can manage, because I really do.

‘Turn over.’ The words are heavy and gravelled. ‘I’m going to spank you.’

CHAPTER TEN

HER ARSE IS PERFECT. I stare at it, feeling the weight of the paddle in my hand, my heart pounding so fucking hard I can barely breathe.

You know why I got into this sadistic shit?

Because of all those years I couldn’t have Astra. Because wanting her turned sex into something dark, painful, necessary. I didn’t want sex to be sweet and about love—not before.

And now her arse is in the air, her head flat on my bed, her arms tied behind her back and the nipple clamps dangling from her perfect tits. I hesitate, because I don’t want to hurt Astra.

But she moans and whispers, ‘Please, Manning. Now.’

Fuck.

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