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her ears. Her skin ached. Itched. She’d become a mass of tingling nerve endings. A thing of need and want. Of burning desire.
    He released her from her bonds.
    “Get up. Stand behind the chair. Grip the top and spread your legs.”
    On the first two tries, her limbs refused to obey. As the circulation flooded back into her joints, she positioned herself as he commanded. Hands rested on the back of the chair, legs spread, ass stuck out as she leaned down.
    Metal clamped around her ankles and she jerked forward.
    “Don’t move, Ruth. You’ve been such a good girl up until now. Don’t spoil it.” His words stilled her movement.
    Once more, he secured bonds to her feet. This time it was a spreader bar. Heat flamed her cheeks. Her sopping pussy must be on display.
    He stroked her slit. “You’re very wet. Pussy lips all puffy. Clit standing to attention.”
    He palmed her ass, jiggled the flesh. “Do you think the town knows what a naughty girl you are? Do you think they look at you and think, ‘Hmm, bet she likes to be tied up and fucked’?”
    He leaned down and licked the shell of her ear. “Well, Ruth? Do you think they know?”
    “No, Dominic.” Her muscles ached. Moisture trickled from between her thighs.
    “No. Only I know what a bad girl you really are. I wish you could see yourself. You make me so fucking hard.”
    He moved behind her, gripped her hips. His heat seeped into her pores, igniting the fire already burning in her cunt. He positioned his cock against the cheeks of her ass and dry-fucked her.
    She moaned, pushed back against him, wanting him to fill her, fuck her, anything to ease the need in her pussy.
    “See, such a naughty girl, trying to get my cock inside you.” A sharp thwack landed on her ass cheek.
    She squealed, “Oh fuck.”
    Her ass burned. Pain followed by a shot of euphoria jolted through her system. She dragged air into her lungs. In and out. In and out.
    Another crack. Then another. Alternating patterns on the fleshy globes of her butt.
    He struck her with a wide, wooden paddle. Not with soft, gentle taps but heavy, hard smacks.
    Over and over. Ten whacks. Then a pause. Then ten more.
    She lost count of the repetitions. Lost herself in the sensations of pain and pleasure. She hadn’t known she’d be able to take so much. She couldn’t think, could barely breathe. All that mattered was taking another stroke, pleasing him, riding the intense high that almost brought her to orgasm.
    “Fuck me, your ass is beautiful.” He ran his palm across one of her cheeks and she gritted her teeth.
    It hurt like a motherfucker.
    “I’ve marked you. You’ll wear my brand for at least a week. Every time you sit down, you’ll think of me.”
    She’d always wanted to be branded. Always wondered how it would feel. It felt amazing. Mind-blowing. She’d be proud to wear his mark on her skin.
    When the blows stopped, her ass burned. She never imagined pain could be this euphoric.
    He drizzled cold lube into the crack of her ass and dipped his fingers inside. She’d been practicing daily with the anal plug but the intrusion still made her gasp.
    “Have you been using the toy?”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes what?”
    “Yes, Dominic.”
    “Good girl.”
    He worked her ass some more. Her clit throbbed. She wished she could squeeze her thighs together and ease the ache. If she didn’t come soon she’d go insane. He drove her beyond pleasure.
    “I’m not gonna fuck your ass now. Soon. Not tonight. You need to be ready for me.” When he finished speaking, she felt cool plastic invade her hole.
    She tensed and he stopped.
    “This is going all the way in, Ruth. One push. Take it for me.” She relaxed her muscles, inhaled, and he pushed, seating the small plug all the way in her ass.
    He didn’t give her time to think, to adjust. He fisted a hand in hair, jerked her head back again and rammed his cock inside her pussy.
    She screamed with pleasure. The feeling of being stuffed to the hilt blew her