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front of him. “Don’t touch me, okay?”
    “If that’s what you want.”
    She nodded. Her eyes slid down his body. He was hard and pointing straight at her. She lifted her eyes to his face and caught the blush on his cheeks. She stepped closer, staying slightly to one side, so his cock grazed her outer thigh. He jolted as if she’d shocked him with the stun gun, making her jump.
    “Sorry,” he whispered.
    She raised her hand and pressed her fingers against his chest, hearing the subtle alteration in his breathing. “Don’t speak . . .”
    She closed her eyes and leaned her cheek against his chest, smelling his heavenly scent and listening to the rhythm of his beating heart. Stephen had ordered her to do this. It had made her feel loved and cherished. Helped her to accept whatever scene he had planned for them to enjoy that day.
    She had trusted him with her soul. Then he had trashed it.
    She lifted the stun gun and ran it up and down the curve of Rossini’s back. Testing his resolve. And his word. She could feel his tension, hear his breathing quicken, but he stayed still and held his tongue.
    “What’s the safe word?” she asked.
    “Carlos.”
    She pulled away, pressed the stun gun against the hard length against her leg and felt his cock wilt away. He didn’t want this. But he would take it. She kissed the base of his throat for that and, instantly, he was back to full strength.
    She raised the weapon, jammed it into his side, put thin air between them and switched it on for a brief second. He held his breath, but otherwise did not react.
    She moved it to his ribs. “Five seconds,” she whispered. She stunned him again. This time he gasped.
    She zapped him in the small of his back. “Ten.” This time his knees buckled. She supported him as he dropped to the ground.
    “Twenty,” she warned, testing him.
    He tensed, but said nothing.
    She placed the stun gun below his collarbone. “Or maybe thirty.”
    He shook his head. “Carlos.” His breathing was ragged.
    So, thirty was a hard limit and she didn’t need the stun gun to control him. If he really wanted to he could disarm her easily.
    “Stand up. Turn around.” She didn’t need to watch him this time to know he obeyed.
    She moved to their drying clothes and pulled his belt free from his pants. Then she found the long rope. She studied the trees around them. One had its first main branch at the right height. Dropping both belt and stun gun on the ground, she walked around Rossini to stare into his eyes.
    “I promised you a punishment.”
    His eyes smoldered. “I remember.”
    “Hold out your hands like you’re praying.”
    He did. She was getting used to his obedience.
    She bound his wrists together with the rope making sure to leave a long length. She half-circled him and tugged at his hands spinning him around. Then she led him on the makeshift leash to the tree she had selected. She threw the rope over the branch, caught it and pulled, hoisting his hands into the air until he was on his toes. His expression stayed neutral, but his breathing betrayed his nerves. She tied the end to a low branch and tried to remember the worst punishment Stephen had ever meted out to her.
    “Fifty lashes.”
    He paled, but did not protest.
    “Keep count. If I ask and you give me the wrong number, I start again. Do you understand?”
    “Yes.”
    She nearly said “Yes, what?” Stephen would have, but she couldn’t get the words out. “Good.”
    She collected his belt and tested it on a rock. Rossini flinched at the resounding crack it made. She tested it again, harder. This time he held still.
    She moved behind him, weighing the belt in her hand. She touched the leather tip to his buttock where she intended it to land. He tensed.
    “You need to relax,” she told him.
    “Not so easy in practice.”
    She struck his behind leaving a pink mark. “That was for speaking. The next is number one.”
    He nodded to show he understood.
    She lashed out harder