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my hands and this flogger. I’m not going to penetrate you in any way.”
    No penetration? How did he intend to bring her the best pleasure of her life if he wasn’t even going to fuck her? He was still talking, and she had to force herself to tune in to his words.
    “In return, I need you to promise to do as I ask. As soon as you get up, we’re done here.” He gently moved her right hand to the handle above her head. “There’s a handle on each side. Hold tight, and try not to let go for any reason. If you let go, I’ll consider that a sign that we’re done.”
    Wow, he wasn’t kidding around. She could sense the resolve in his tone. She found the webbing and held tight. Her heart began to pound with excitement and maybe a little bit of fear. “Is this going to hurt?”
    His gaze narrowed. “Have you ever been spanked?”
    “No.”
    “Then there might be brief pain.” He touched her cheek with his index finger. “I promise it will only make the pleasure more intense.”
    Why did she suddenly feel as if she were perched on a precipice? Nothing was ever going to be the same after this. She knew it, and she didn’t regret it one bit.
    “Relax your legs.” His warm palm settled on the inside of her right thigh. “Let them spread open. The stirrups will hold you securely.”
    Letting her legs go, Selena realized the position left her pussy wide open as well. She felt vulnerable and strangely achy without knowing why.
    “I’m going to touch your skin with the flogger. Stay relaxed. It isn’t going to hurt.” His voice had become a comforting whisper. The tone was edged with sexual tension, lacing each instruction with something dark and erotic.
    Soft leather kissed her belly. Anticipation had sensitized her beyond the norm. An enjoyable thrill radiated throughout her body. The light touch continued, the flat ends tickling her lower abdomen and then sliding across her open pussy before disappearing.
    They reappeared on her breasts, circling, teasing, tormenting as they brushed across her distended nipples. She squeezed her eyes shut and forgot about everything else. Arching her back, she rose to meet the sensations.
    Harder now, the flogger slapped the skin over her ribs. It stung but wasn’t unpleasant. The bite aroused her, made her want more. It hit harder again, the ends whipping across her left nipple until it smarted. She writhed with her hands fisted in the webbed handles, trying not to let go. If she let go, the sweet torment would stop. She didn’t want it to stop. She needed something more.
    Malachi’s hand cupped her breast. His warm breath whispered across the taut mound. She moaned when he used his thumb to stroke away the sting. His hand continued to follow the path of the lashes. It rubbed gently over her breasts and belly, drawing circles against her skin.
    Heat built at her core. Selena had never experienced this sort of longing. Her body craved the attention, focusing on his touch as if there were nothing else in her world. He caressed her belly. His finger slid around the rim of her navel before dipping lower.
    She squirmed, trying and failing to hold still. He threaded his fingers through her short pubic hair. Instinct took over, and her legs tried to close.
    The flogger snapped against her mound, the sharp sensation drawing a gasp from her lips. She opened her eyes, ready to give him hell, but her words died when she met the impassivity of his expression.
    Somehow Malachi didn’t have to explain himself. She got it. Keep her legs open, or she’d get another lash. Her inner princess balked, demanding she get up and walk out. The rest of her knew better. If she left, the sensual experience would end. Selena didn’t want it to end. Ever.
    Her breathing grew ragged when his hand inched closer to her pussy. She was spread open to his sight and touch. The position left her vulnerable, and yet she felt nothing but the sweetest anticipation.
    “Count as you breathe,” he urged. “Four