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from the floor and used it to bind her hair up off her back. Flogging tended to break hair, and she had very nice hair.
    “Remember, it didn’t have to be this way, but you made me do this,” he said with as much seriousness as he could muster.
    “Oh, I really am making a big man like you do something,” she shot back over her shoulder. “Sir.”
    Damien laughed, though he shouldn’t encourage her. He cupped her ass and squeezed the firm globes. This was going to be fun.
    He kissed her where her shoulder met her neck. She shivered, so he kissed the same spot again. She squirmed and tried to squeeze him out, but he grabbed the tail of hair and pulled her head to the side.
    The muscles along her back tensed and she jerked against the ropes, but they held firm.His friend, Dom Yamamoto, had taught him to tie rope. There was no way she would be able to get away from him.
    The urge to touch her all over, acquaint himself with her curves, was strong. But that wasn’t what they’d come here for. She wanted a new experience and he wanted to dominate. He wanted to give her everything she didn’t know she wanted.
    Doms did what they did for various reasons. Some were simply born dominants. Others needed to be in control to quiet an urge. There were others who chose the role in service to their bottoms. Damien was a little bit of all of them. There were so many things in this world he couldn’t control, but for a negotiated span of time, he called all the shots. And still he gave his partners exactly what they needed.
    He backed away slowly, swinging the flogger in a circular motion by his side. The leather whooshed through the air, creating an ominous sound. She couldn’t see him, so he grinned.
    There were a few different ways to use a flogger, but one of the easiest was to swing it in a figure eight, with the target being the crossing point of the circles. It allowed for continuous swinging without twisting the tails. Damien transitioned into the figure-eight pattern, his gaze trained on the bit of flesh framed by the straps of her nightie.
    She jumped as the air whooshed past, hunching her shoulders.
    The first kiss of leather on flesh sounded with a slap.
    Rapunzel relaxed as he let the flogger fall across her shoulders and back with a steady, easy rhythm. In his experience, the feel of the leather was more akin to a massage than anything else.
    Her pale skin began to redden as blood rose to the surface.
    She relaxed more and more, until her face was lying across a rung and her limbs hung fully suspended by the rope.
    Damien grasped the tails in his left hand, breaking the rhythm. He cracked the flogger like a whip, flicking her left shoulder.
    Rapunzel jumped, her spine straightening, and yelped.
    Damien tossed the flogger on the table behind him and closed the distance, running his hands over her back, feeling her reaction.
    “How’d that feel?”
    “Mm, good.” She chuckled a little.
    Damien waited a moment before hauling back and slapping her ass.
    Rapunzel responded with a yelp and another giggle.
    “You aren’t learning your lesson at all,” he growled into her ear.
    “Sorry, sir, I forgot,” she said over her shoulder, but her tone implied no remorse whatsoever.
    “Hmm.” As much as he wanted to keep his hands on her, that path led to temptation, and it was still too early yet. He wanted more time to play.
    Damien paced back to his toy bag and considered his options. He selected three items. Two he tucked in his pockets, and the third he carried back to his switch, slapping it against his hand.
    “I’ve been nice. Now I’m really going to have to teach you a lesson,” he said, taunting her.
    “Is that a promise, sir?” she said over her shoulder, the flirty tones taunting him to do his worst.
    Damien smacked the curve of her ass with a long wooden paddle.
    She screamed, tossing her head back and spouting profanity at him.
    “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Damien tucked the paddle in his back