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His free hand skimmed up her belly to rub against her breasts.Her nipples pebbled, creating two hard points under the stretchy fabric.

“I want to play with your breasts,” he whispered against her temple.

“Use me, Sir.Please.”

He yanked the fabric down, her naked breasts jiggling.Then Julen spun them both around, forcing her back, until she smacked against the wall, his hand cradling the back of her head.

“Arms up.”

She raised them without hesitation, pressing the backs of her palms against the faux stone above her head.

Her immediate obedience soothed his raw edges.She wasn’t the first woman to ever obey his commands, so he didn’t know why this felt different.More important.

As if her submission was an especially precious gift.

Maybe it was bound up with the guilt he felt for how he’d treated Laney.Guilt the whipping hadn’t completely alleviated.

Sliding his hand from her hair, he cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples.Diann moaned, pushing up on her toes for a moment.

“Are you sore?”he asked, remembering what Peter had said he’d done to her in their scene last night.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I should be gentle with you.”

“Please don’t.”Her gaze snapped to his, and there was desperation in her eyes.

Something about her plea to be used unleashed something new in him.

Julen kissed her.

Sealing his mouth over hers, he ravaged her with his tongue.The way she yielded, and the soft sounds she made soothed the strange urge that pushed him to kiss her.He eased back, not letting himself think too hard about the kiss…or look at her mouth, in case he was tempted to kiss her again.

He paused for a moment, feeling more like himself as he coolly assessed his sub and what to do next.Then Julen pinched her nipples.Hard.

He didn’t use the soft pads of his fingers, but instead pinched them between his thumb and the edge of his first knuckle.There was little to no padding on his hand right there, and she let out a little scream as he ground the sensitive tips of her breasts against the hard, bony parts of his hands.

He wished she were in rope, that she was completely immobile, with a chest harness that isolated and lifted her breasts.He wanted her to feel the pressure of his control, wanted to see her helpless and captive.

But rope took patience and planning.This moment was far too raw for rope.

When he finally released her nipples, Diann made a whimpery, animalistic sound.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Can you take more?”

Her eyes found his.“Always.”

Gripping her by the hair once more, Julen dragged her over to a spanking bench.He forced her torso down on the upper panel, and she scrambled to get her knees into place.This particular spanking bench had a split lower panel that forced the sub to spread their knees, and also allowed a Dom to step between them.Straps gave the option to bind a sub in place at wrist, neck, back, thigh, calf, and ankle.

Julen hesitated, considering.He loved all bondage, not just rope.But bondage was for times when his control was cool and calm.What he felt now was hot and fiery.

He ignored the restraints and grabbed her panties, yanking them down around the top of her thighs and baring her ass.

Julen gripped the back of her neck with his left hand, adding a physical touch to reinforce his control of her body.

He raised his arm high overhead, then brought it down, spanking her right ass cheek, hard.The sound echoed in the hard-walled and concrete-floored room.A faint outline of his hand appeared on her bottom.

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