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confusion.”
    “My—” Brie started.
    “No, I really couldn’t care less what it is.”
    Brie bit her lip, smiling at his devilish humor. What would those poor women think? Little did they suspect he was just getting started.
    “Kneel and open that pretty little mouth.”
    Brie obediently sank to her knees with her mouth slightly open in a pleasing manner. She looked innocently up at him, liking her role.
    He handed Brie the tool bag and commanded, “Unzip it slowly. I want to you admire what’s inside.” She did as he asked, knowing the sound could easily be mistaken for the unzipping of pants. “Do you like what you see, baby?” he asked huskily.
    She smiled up at him.
    “Of course you do,” he answered for her. “Now take it out. I want you to handle it properly before I use it on you.”
    Brie heard an audible gasp on the other side of the fence and had to bite her lip to keep back the laughter. She took the bullwhip out of the bag and touched its deceptively smooth, braided leather. For something so pleasant to the touch, it definitely had a wickedly painful side to it.
    Master Anderson took it from her. “I want you to kiss it.”
    Brie leaned over and pressed her lips against the fierce tool. Her heart skipped a beat, her body still remembering its bite.
    “That’s it, baby. Pucker those pink lips and kiss the length of that bad boy.”
    Brie left a trail of kisses down the handle of the bullwhip.
    He took it from her, stating, “Take that thing off,” he said, pointing to her top. “I want those tits to bounce when we do this.”
    A utensil clattered onto the patio concrete on the other side of the fence. There was no doubt they had a captive audience.
    Brie unbuttoned her blouse and handed it to him. He draped it across a patio chair.
    “I will not be gentle.”
    “I like it rough,” Brie replied, wanting the women who were eavesdropping to know this was a consensual encounter—just in case they were considering calling the cops.
    “Stand and present yourself over there.” He pointed to the wooden pole. Her stomach fluttered as she willingly walked up to it. She wasn’t sure she was prepared to take the harsh onslaught of his whip so early in the morning.
    “Hands up, baby,” he said in a deceptively charming voice. He bound her wrists in leather, then secured them to a hook above her head. He swept her hair away so that her back was exposed. Her nipples hardened in anticipation of what was coming; fear seemed to have that unusual effect on her.
    “Spread those legs.” When she did, he growled sensually, “Wider…”
    Brie couldn’t begin to imagine what those two women were thinking. She heard the swish of the bullwhip cut through the air as Master Anderson warmed up, but he did not crack it. She closed her eyes, the anticipation of contact almost undoing her.
    “No tears this time.”
    There was an angry huff from the other side of the fence. Brie stifled her giggle. If he wasn’t careful, Master Anderson might have a riot on his hands.
    “I will keep them to myself,” she assured him.
    “My strokes are going to come hard and fast, baby. You ready?”
    She whispered a hesitant, “Yes.”
    It was as silent as the grave on the other side of the fence.
    When the first lash contacted her back, Brie was surprised to find it challengingly pleasant—a strike that was not too light but stimulating to the skin. She let out a passionate moan when the second lash found its way home.
    “You like it hard, don’t you?”
    Brie enjoyed egging the women on with their naughty banter and purred, “The harder the better.” She trusted he understood she was only kidding.
    He rained down a series of lashes, each precise in its placement, with exactly the same intensity as the first. Truly this man was the Master of the whip.
    Brie’s cries were of pure, sexual bliss.
    “Quiet, you’ll wake the neighbors,” he warned cheekily.
    “But you make it hurt so good.”
    “I know how to handle