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beats for each inhale, and four for each exhale. Measure it, focus on your breathing and not on what you’re feeling. You’ll be more in control of yourself that way.”
    She wanted to argue that she was in perfect control, but that would have been a bald-faced lie. Her breasts were bobbing about as she gasped each breath. Worse, the closer he got to her crotch, the more she felt like sucking in air and holding it in her lungs.
    One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.
    Slowly, slowly, her heart rate began to slow. She heard him set the flogger down, felt it brush the outside of her hip as he laid it on the edge of the table. Was he done?
    Oh. My. God.
    Using one hand, he spread the lips of her sex. She felt utterly exposed. Her pussy was achy and wet with juices. When he slid the fingers of his other hand over her folds, Selena’s back arched so hard she thought her spine might snap.
    Over and over he worked her cunt. Gently placing his thumb against her opening, he skated the pads of his second and third fingers through her slit until he reached her clit. He straddled it at first, teasing, coaxing, until a gush of creamy fluid bathed her pussy and his hand.
    She flexed against his thumb, feeling her orgasm begin to uncurl in her belly. Heat pooled in her lower back and snaked through her limbs. Her counting got quicker as she anticipated the moment she would fly over the edge.
    And then he stopped.
    Not stopped, not really, but Malachi shifted his hand just enough to stave off her climax. Selena made a noise. The high-pitched sound echoed off the walls.
    “Not yet, but soon,” he said. “I can make it better.”
    The position of her legs left her ass exposed. Her pussy wept its frustration, juices slipping down the crevice between her openings. Malachi helped it spread, keeping his thumb on her slick cunt and lightly touching her anus.
    Selena had no experience with this sort of thing. It shocked and excited her. His finger rimmed her puckered anal entrance. The teasing sent frissons of arousal straight to her core. Her pussy clenched hard. The sharp ache increased to a sense of emptiness she’d never thought it was possible to feel.
    She began to climb. His hands were everywhere at once. Sliding across her asshole, stroking her sex, stimulating her until she was ready to soar. Every muscle, sinew, bone, nerve, and thought was centered on his touch. When he placed the pad of his index finger against her clit, she wanted to cry with relief.
    He rubbed quick circles, faster, harder, until the table was shaking and she was panting in time with his strokes. The peak was coming, closing in until she could touch and taste it.
    “Come, Selena. Come for me.”
    She imploded, her pussy convulsing as a massive orgasm overcame her body. It seemed to go on and on, as if it were ripped from her soul. It wrung every ounce of tension from her muscles—the anger, the betrayal, the hurt, and even the awareness all drained out together until there was nothing left but oblivion.
    Malachi wins.

Chapter Four
    Malachi walked into the spray without bothering to let the water heat up. Icy drops pelted his muscles, rivulets running down his body to puddle on the tiled floor of the shower. He braced his palms flat against the cold wall.
    One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.
    Breath control had long ago become an automatic habit. To actually have to think about it was staggering. What the hell was wrong with him? Selena was just a woman. She was a woman struggling with a desire for submission, but a woman nonetheless. He should hook her up with a local Dom and be done with it.
    His cock throbbed, calling his bluff. It was reflex to reach down and palm himself. He hissed at the contact, the sharp sensations unbearably intense. How long had it been since he’d allowed himself release? How long since he’d slipped the leash on his self-control and given in to desire? His partner had been out of reach for days. Had Malachi come