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regardless of what she did—he was only too eager to take his belt to her behind, if that was what she made him do.
    Although she kept her hands where he wanted them, Cimmy wailed behind the gag, knowing she should be brave enough to tackle him, to risk bodily injury—or at least a very severe strapping—in order to preserve her sovereignty over her own body, but she just couldn't convince herself to do it. Especially not with the intimate glimpse he'd given her into just how unbearable it would probably be.
    And he was already back in place, this time using the fingers of one hand to splay her open while the other reached up to pluck her nipples, pinching them much harder than he had before, making each one of them hurt before he moved on to the other, treating them rather cruelly—and there was nothing she could do to stop him. With her rear end already singeing the sheets beneath her, she had no interest at all—well, very little anyway—in finding out what it would feel like if he actually did to her what he'd threatened. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that he would, either.
    Surprisingly, worry about being punished faded quickly from her mind, to be replaced by the unbearable aching sensations he was creating with his mouth as it settled slowly, very slowly, over the clit he had already completely exposed, laying his unmoving tongue flat over that throbbing bit, surrounding it by all that moist heat, passively stimulating every single molecule of it. She had thought that him suckling on her nipples was bliss—that was nothing compared to this.
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    He could hear her sighs and moans from behind the gag and knew he was on the right track with her. Too bad she was a floozy—her tastes in the bedroom and his went hand in hand. Maybe he could take her with him for a while… but then he chided himself inwardly. He couldn't believe he was even thinking like that. The life he was leading now wasn't fit for man or beast, and definitely not for a woman, regardless of her profession.
    But he had her right now, and he intended to enjoy her to the fullest.
    So he moved his tongue; barely, literally dragging it over flesh that he knew was ultra-sensitive even when it was dormant. He knew he was creating deep, hellfire needs in her that she thought he would never bother to satisfy, but she was wrong.
    Although he took his time doing it, and she probably thought she was going to die before he allowed her her pleasure, he definitely wasn't going to leave her hanging. He could well imagine what her other gentlemen were like—he'd wager a year's pay that none of them had ever shown any interest at all in her desires. They were probably just as eager as he was to get inside her.
    That thought had him frowning fiercely, and he stopped what he was doing to look up at her for a long moment as a rage the likes of which he had rarely felt ran through him. But he knew he was going to have to ignore it. She wasn't his. She didn't belong to anyone, except perhaps Madam Belle.
    And he knew he had to stop thinking about all the men who had come before him. They didn't matter here and now, anyway. He was going to give her the night of her life, even if it cost him his freedom, which it damned well might.
    He liked to control his woman very tightly, especially in bed. He liked to drive her insane to the point where she thought her heart was going to stop beating before he let her fly, and he had a feeling that that might be just exactly what she liked the most—to be controlled, as much as she might protest against the idea. And he loved to punish them. To find one who actually became aroused by being spanked… she was a rare gem indeed, and if the circumstances were different, he might even have been able to look beyond her past in order to have exclusive rights to her—and he would make damned sure they were exclusive.
    But that was a pipe dream and he had to content himself with having her, right here,