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I warm up her back with a few slaps from my palm before I begin flogging. Concentrating on one side at a time, I rain rhythmic blows from her shoulders to her ass. Within minutes, she’s moaning and writhing with the force of her first orgasm.

“Did that feel good, little one?” I ask her.

“Yes, sir. Very good.” She tries to raise herself off the vibrator.

I press on her ass, placing her back in contact with the pulsing toy.

“I didn’t give you permission to stop.”

She whimpers as I flog the backs of her thighs and her already reddened ass. Her entire lower half is shaking from the tension of holding her clit to the vibrator.

I skim my fingers delicately across her backside, chuckling to myself. The goosebumps my gentle touch elicits sets off a chain reaction within her, leading to another climax. I can tell this orgasm is more intense than the first. She whines, and the sound is so pure and pitiful that I can’t resist fisting my dick.

I could come just like this, jacking off onto her freshly flogged back. If I didn’t want to be inside her so badly, I would do it, just to see the tears in her eyes when she realizes I’ve deprived her the privilege of finishing me herself.

After a few minutes, I begin to suspect her clit has lost some of its sensitivity. I increase the speed of the pulsations.

Grace cries out. “It’s too much... I can’t take it...”

I hold the vibrator firmly to her clit and bring my hand down hard against her ass. She yelps.

“Who owns this cunt?” I growl.

“You, S-sir,” she stutters.

“That’s right, little one. It’s mine, not yours. That means you don’t get to decide when its had too much.” I keep the head of the vibrator pressed to her clit, even as her hips buck. I spank her a second time, and then a third.

Third time turns out to be the charm, as orgasm number three rips through her body. I switch off the vibrator and run my fingers over her pussy. She’s dripping. It takes no effort to slide two, and then three fingers inside her. She moans as I fuck her with my fingers.

“Your pussy is drenched, little one. Do you want my cock inside you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she rasps.

“Then beg for it.”

“Please fuck me, Sir. I want you inside me. I love your cock so much. Fill me up and fuck my pussy...” Filthy words pour from her mouth like rain. I tilt her head back so I can kiss the corner of that dirty mouth.

“Good girl.” I kiss her neck and shoulders. After everything this ray of sunshine has been through, she’s still the brightest star in my sky. “I love you so fucking much.”

She lets out a soft sigh as I pull away.

“I love you, too, Sir.”

My heart swells. I’ll never get enough of the way she looks at me, like I’m some kind of hero. In truth, she’s the one who saved me. She gave me a reason to keep fighting when the guilt I’d been dragging behind me was always threatening to take me down.

I slide my underwear off completely. My gaze roves over Grace’s body, marked by my flogger and my own firm hands. I can’t help but give my cock a few long strokes as I survey my territory. She bites her lip, watching my fist move back and forth.

“Who does this cock belong to, little one?”

She smiles. “It’s mine, Sir, because you’re mine.”

“That’s right,” I tell her. “And I’m going to give it to you.”

I climb on the bed and position myself between her legs. She moans as I waste no time sliding into her, balls deep. I rest my body on top of hers. I want her to feel my weight pressing down on her, holding her in place.

“Oh, God...” She gasps. “It feels so good, Sir.”

Her skin is still hot from the beating, and no doubt very sensitive.

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