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“Yes,” he snarls back. “Anyone else would have spent the last few days begging for her release. Promising not to tell. Doing anything, everything to get me to let her go. But you haven’t done that. You’ve defied me. You’ve made sure to get my attention. You’ve turned what would have been a slap on the wrist into a bound and blindfolded ass fuck, because that’s what you need.”

His accusation makes hot shame flash through me. Is he right? I don’t know. His cock is several inches inside me now, and I am not in pain. The ache of the cane, the sting of my welted skin, the little places where the wand discharged current against my skin, I can feel them all. But none of them hurt.

They are part of the wave of sensation crashing through my body, propelled by the thrusting of Ethan’s cock as he takes my caned ass in his hands and starts to fuck me without further comment.

My hole struggles to adjust, but he doesn’t care. When his cock hangs up against the ring of resistance, he smears more lubricant on and pushes in more firmly until my bottom gives way to him completely and he is fucking my ass just like he fucks my pussy.

I can only imagine what I sight I must make, semi-suspended between fine furniture, my striped ass wrapped around his cock, my blindfolded eyes obscured, but my mouth hanging open in constant wails. I am sure he has made a spectacle of me.

“You have a tight little ass, Casey,” he grunts as he fucks as deep as he can inside my hole. “It’s going to see a lot of punishment if you can’t learn to do as you’re told.”

I am jolted back and forth on his cock, my flesh sucking at his dick as he uses me for his pleasure, my body gripping and pleasuring him while my poor clit pays the price in the form of pressure that comes and goes just as hard and just as fast.

“Fuck,” he exclaims. “You have such a hot little hole… fuck… Casey…”

Ethan comes inside my ass, his hips slamming hard against my ass as he pushes as deep as possible, spending his seed inside my belly. And then he says something that makes my hot blood run cold.

“You’re going to suck my cock clean,” he growls as he pulls out of me, his voice breathless with desire.

His cock has been in my ass. I can’t suck it. He can’t make me. But I can hear him moving around and a second later his hand bunches in my hair and he rubs his cock against my cheek. Oh, god. Oh, fuck. He’s really going to do this to me.

I take a deep breath, ready to refuse this act, but then I realize that the hard cock head rubbing over my lips doesn’t smell like it has been in my ass. It smells like soap and a warm towelette. And maybe a condom.

He cleaned himself off already, a mercy for me as his hand slides under my chin, and his fingers press on either side of my jaw, making me open my mouth. I don’t resist. I let his cock slide inside my mouth. I let him fuck me in the final hole he’s yet to take.

It’s not because he caned me, or tied me up, or clamped me, or fucked my ass. It’s because he just went out of his way to make sure I wouldn’t get sick. As fucked up as Ethan is, little moments of care keep belying his actions.

His fingers slide into the blindfold, pull it from my eyes and I find myself looking up into his gaze as he feeds his cock slowly in and out of my lips.

“You’re being a good girl,” he says, his tone pleased, and more than a little surprised. “Do you like sucking on my cock, Casey?”

I give a little nod. I do like sucking his cock. There’s something comforting about having it in my mouth, an oral fixation satisfied. My legs are still spread wide, my pussy is still leaking arousal, and my clit is still in the grip of his clamp, but I am satisfied for a brief moment as Ethan looks down at me, his fingers running through my hair almost tenderly.

“If you keep being a good girl, I will fuck your cunt again soon,” he tells me. “Would you like that, my little fuck toy?”

God. I want to say no. I’m supposed to bristle at being called his fuck toy, but instead my clit tingles.

“Very good,” he praises me. “You were naughty today, Casey, but you can make up for it if you stay as compliant as this.”

He spends a few more minutes just casually stroking his cock in and out of my mouth, then pulls it out. I am not sure what he has planned for me next, but I feel the physical tension of being splayed at his whim begin to loosen off as he walks around me and releases the shackles that held me by the wrists and the ankles.

“Stand up, Casey.”

I do as I’m told, rising to my feet somewhat unsteadily. I feel ravaged. I’m sure I look it too. Ethan’s hand circles my throat lightly as he pulls me in for a masterful kiss, his tongue dominating mine as his other hand slides down between my legs, reminding me that there is just one last clamp to go.

He releases the clasp of the clamp and almost immediately a rush of sensation returns to my pussy. I let out a squeal and clap my hand between my legs, half bent over, my ravaged bottom hole no doubt displayed as an unexpected orgasm tears through me then and there. He’s not even touching me anymore, but I can’t stop coming.

Ethan catches me before I can fall over; swinging my orgasming body up into his arms, he sits down on the same coffee table I just vacated and cradles me in his lap, pushing his fingers between my legs and right into my pussy, fingering me adeptly through the last of the trembling orgasms that run through my broken body.

“You’re mine,” he growls in my ear as I whimper with dark pleasure. “There is no escape. There’s nobody you can call. The police. The federal agencies. Even Interpol is on my side. I own you. The sooner you get used to that, the better it will be for you.”

There are so many conflicting feelings running through me. The release of orgasm, the blush of shame, the pain of punishment. He has left me in a state where I am unable to do anything but what he wills me to do.

I curl up against him, taking refuge in his arms, burying my face in his chest. And he holds me, even though I was a bad girl. Even though I never gave him what he wanted, he lets me take some comfort from him. It’s more than I deserve. But it’s everything I need.

Chapter Nine

Ethan

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