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the chain stretched on the
floor and made a different sound when she moved.
    He
chuckled when she pulled on the chains. “Trust me. You’re not going anywhere.”
    “I
know that, Sir,” she replied, somehow anxious to have him know she wasn’t
stupid. She was acting as if she was trying to break free because she liked
feeling the solidness of the restraints and hearing the clanking sound.
    The
gentle touch of his hand on her shoulder almost made her jump, even though it
was warm. He had her on edge. It was ridiculous. She was in a perfectly safe club,
and if he stepped out of line, she could scream, and people would come running.
He was pushing buttons she didn’t even know she had.
    She
felt his other hand on her bottom. He moved it in circles, gently caressing the
soft bare flesh. She felt like she had goose bumps there. She thought of
herself as experienced, but she didn’t feel very experienced at all at the
moment. She’d been in clubs like this a dozen times and played every time, but
it had always been the same and under control somehow. Under her control.
    He
swatted her suddenly, without warning, and it stung. She knew he hadn’t hit her
with his full strength, but something about the way he moved his hand created a
sharper and less thuddy sensation than she was used
to. She flattened herself against the cross and took a deep breath as the
sensation faded.
    “Is
that what you want, Katrina?”
    “If you wish, Sir.” It was one of her favorite phrases.
Enough of a yes to get the dom to go on without revealing how much she wanted it. She loved sting. The thud of
a flogger made her remember the little shoves Angus used to give her, and that
wasn’t good. He never hit her, but he was often rough and intimidating. But
those sharp little pains one got from a thin-tailed cat or crop, she loved.
Spankings were usually somewhere in between.
    “I
asked if you wanted it,” Brett said, his voice revealing no give at all.
    Damn . “Yes,
Sir.”
    He
swatted her again. And again. His hand only lingered
on her ass for a moment, and then he pulled it away. Saying yes had gotten her
what she wanted. She pushed her ass back for more.
    His
hand left her shoulder, and she missed it. But it was only gone for a second
before it came to rest on her belly. She had been pressed too tightly against
the cross before, but now there was space for him.
    “I
think”— swat —“that since I’m giving
you what you want”— swat —“that I
should get a reward, don’t you?” he asked. Each swat sent a jolt from her ass
to her pussy and made her clit tingle.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    He
slipped his hand down inside her panties. Which, she realized, were soaked. Her clit was tiny, even when swollen like it was now, and never quite seemed to poke out. Guys always needed
help finding it, but that was okay for now. Any touch would feel good.
    Whether
by skill or luck, he rested his finger right on the small bundle of nerves and
rubbed in little circles. It was all going too fast. He was supposed to spank
her until her ass was red and then make her come. Maybe the long time she’d spent without sex had her primed, but
this was ridiculous.
    Then
he surprised her by giving her another swat. This one pushed her into his hand,
and the mix of pain and pleasure confused her. She didn’t figure it out until
he landed another. They were hard enough they jolted his finger off her clit,
but each time he returned to that exact spot.
    She
felt like there were sparks shooting in her pussy as she climaxed. Shivers went
up and down her legs, and they reacted, jerking the chains and making them
clank on the floor. Her ass clenched, and her body tensed, and she felt for a
moment like she was going to pull the whole St. Andrew’s cross over.
    She
tried to catch her breath. “Thank you, Sir.” She hardly ever remembered to say
Sir after she came. But then, it usually took forever, because of all the
fumbling around most guys did. That’s why she liked