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could feel
the cane he still gripped. The vulnerability that came off of him was tangible
and she was stunned to see it come from Nikolas. His touch reassured her and
tears pricked her eyes. “You don’t disappoint me, pet. You could never
disappoint me. My own selfishness to keep my distance should never have made
you feel that you were anything but my precious wife, my precious, sweet pet.”
The tears she tried to keep at bay slid down her cheeks. “Let me show you how much
I care for you, how from this moment on you will never feel anything but
cherished and loved.”
    Loved. The
word felt good, and sounded even better coming from him, her normally stoic
Dom.
    The feel of his warm breath on her back
heightened her senses and all she wanted was to have him touch her, any way he
pleased. “I want to hear you beg for my lashes, pet. I want you to ask your
Master for what it is you crave.” His lips found the shell of her ear and he
murmured, “Your pleasure is mine, Maylene.” Her mouth was dry and her throat
closed. It was such a simple request, and she wanted his lashes, so badly, but
for the life of her she couldn’t form the words. The heat from his chest
pressed into her back as he leaned in close. His warm breath tickled her ear
when he whispered, “Beg me for it. Don’t be afraid to tell your Master what it
is you want.” The cane moved lower, over the crack of her ass and between her
thighs. The wood was cold against her saturated, hot folds, and she curled her
fingers into the palm of her hands.
    The words tumbled out of her in a jumble of
whispered, pleading words. “Please, Master. Please strike me.” His deep
inhalation came from behind her and a moment later he stepped back. She wanted,
no needed , to feel the pain only he
could give her. He made her wait a millisecond before she heard the cane
singing through the air. It struck her ass with precision and she arched her
back and cried out. The pain stole her breath. Never had she felt such an
intense, burning sensation. Over and over he spanked her ass, the pain growing
higher and higher until the rush of endorphins coursed through her bloodstream
and evened out the agony. Never had she thought the sting of his cane could
bring out so much pleasure, but with the pain came a sense of euphoria, a
feeling of release that had nothing to do with a sexual nature. “ Master …”
    “My name falling from your lips brings the
sweetest sound.” He used his hand to massage the abused flesh. Blood rushed to
the area of pain and warmed it. “How many more lashes do you think you deserve
to understand that there isn’t anything about you that disappoints me?”
      “As
many as you see fit, Master.” The guttural sound that came from him sent a
thrill through her core. She would have given him anything just to feel his
cane, his touch, and his breath on her body.
    “Such a good little sub.” The next strike
landed on the back of her thighs and she bit her lip. The next one hit her
bottom then her thigh. He alternated between the areas, never hitting the same
spot twice. The force of his strikes was just hard enough to have the tip touch
her skin, to add pain that heightened her pleasure. Her pussy was soaked, her
juices sliding down as he continued his onslaught of pain and ecstasy. Warmth
spread through her, starting from her toes and moving all the way up to end at
her fingertips. The sound of his even breathing told her he was focused, and
concentrating on his task. That fact had her pleasure heightening. Her clit throbbed
and her body begged for deliverance, to let go and experience abandon. The pain
morphed into pleasure and she started to drift away with the rhythmic beating
he delivered. Warmth spread through and filled every cell, every pore, and lent
way to the most indescribable sensation. It consumed her, and stole her breath.
She knew what this was, knew the endorphins that filled her veins and brought
her higher than she had ever been