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finger slipped into his heat, and the thrill of possessing him and his gasp of “Oh god!” made her dizzy.
    With a groan, he pumped his hips and his head fell back. She eased her finger out of him and cradled his balls again, her thumb against his hole.
    â€œJen…”
    â€œWhat, Marcus?”
    â€œDon’t stop. Please…”
    â€œDon’t stop what , pretty boy?”
    He took a breath.
    â€œYour fingers, Jen, in me. Don’t stop.”
    She reached up and stroked his bobbing Adam’s apple, then rasped her left thumb over his cheek. He sighed as she returned her finger to his loosened ass, and
then added another, slowly. Marcus stayed quiet, but his breath grew ragged.
    She stepped back and away, quickly squirting lube on the plug she had ready for him. It was cold. He stiffened and pulled away, scared. Jen tisked and picked up her wide black hairbrush.
    â€œI thought you were asking for this, Marcus. You’ve let me tie you up, you’re naked in my room. Are you just messing with me again, just wasting my time, again?” She touched his cock for the first time, gripping it, finding it hard despite his nerves. At the same time she slapped the brush down several times, right over his asshole. “This is all about you behaving, Marcus. Don’t disappoint me further,” she whispered in his ear. He shook his head, disoriented and overwhelmed.
    â€œNo, Jen. Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” His voice was rough, the pain showed in it. She might have been moved by it if it hadn’t been for the insistent throbbing in her crotch.
    â€œDo you trust me, Marcus?” He nodded. Smack. “Do you trust me?”
    â€œI trust you.”
    â€œRight. No more nonsense then.” She patted him, spread his cheeks again, shifted her left hand back to his balls and slowly pushed the plug up into him.
    â€œGood boy. That’s it.” He breathed deeply, adjusting to the fullness, the pressure. She tapped the plug’s base and spoke into his ear again.
    â€œNow Marcus, I want to give you something to
remember this lesson by. I want you to feel this sting as you sit and study, and let it remind you to focus, to do the work for me.”
    The chain clicked as she pulled the cuffs from the hook. He meekly followed her to the bed and knelt at her command. She relocked his wrists behind him. She stepped away from him and pulled the belt from his discarded jeans.
    â€œOn your face.” Her voice was harsh. The chain left just enough slack for him to kneel with his face in the pillows. She doubled the strap and pushed his cheeks apart, slapping at the plug with gentle strokes, working up to harder swings on the cleft of his ass. She slapped stripes across his already crimson cheeks, the tops of his thighs. But she returned each time to the plug.
    â€œPlease, Jen…” She heard a soft plea, tears in his voice. But he hadn’t moved, other than to writhe and thrust away from the slaps of the leather. Not stopping the strokes, she reached under him to rub the head of his cock between a light finger and thumb. She played the belt against the plug base, knowing how the smacks were vibrating through him. She felt his cock surge, saw his hips begin to pump and then, taking one last slap, he covered her hand in his come, his voice incoherent in release. She let him breathe a minute, then ordered him to the floor. He knelt, his wet eyes cast down. When she pressed her hand to his lips he licked it clean. She thumbed the tears from under his lashes, unable to resist kissing his mouth, pressing her lips to the salt of tears
and come.
    Jen stood in front of him as he knelt, his wrists bound behind him, pulling his shoulders back. The position revealed the interlocked curves inked onto the pale underside of his arm. Slowly, he let his head rest on her hip bone, exhausted and nuzzling. His forehead was warm against her, damp with sweat.
    She had been going to send