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    “No, not like that, Lacey.” His hand pressed at her hip. “On your back.”
    “Troy, my arms.”
    “Do it.” His hand clamped her upper arm. “If I have to help you, you’re not going to like it.”
    Bound as she was, there was no graceful way to do it, so she simply fell over onto her side. Once on her back, she was mortified to find her arms, pinned beneath her, elevated her hips off the mattress, serving up her sex for whatever Troy had in mind.
    His palm slapped her thigh. “Spread them.”
    Blushing, she dropped her head to the mattress, staring at the dark wood blades of the ceiling fan spinning lazily above her.
    “More, as far as you can. I want to see that cunt.”
    She splayed her legs until she felt the stretch at the tendons of her inner thighs, the movement of air cool upon her exposed, wet folds.
    His hand stroked the straining muscles of her thighs. “Feel any pinching at your arms? Numbness?”
    “Not yet.”
    “Good. You’ll tell me if you do.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    This too was different, for usually on Maintenance Night, if he fucked her, it would be from behind. She would be pounded mercilessly until he came, her climax neither sought nor considered. He believed it helped drive home the fact that she was being punished, not rewarded. Though she did wish she could orgasm on those occasions, she’d remembered thinking, as she’d groaned under his bruising, deep thrusts, that it wasn’t exactly punishment she was feeling.
    At the sound of his zipper lowering, she raised her head, watching him from between the pale mounds of her breasts. He slipped the last few buttons of his shirt, his intent gaze locked on her proffered sex. Troy was ex-military, seeking his law degree following his discharge, and though no longer quite the muscular mountain of a man he was straight out of the service, he was still powerfully built.
    His broad shoulders rippled as he stripped the shirt off. His torso tapered pleasingly down to a lean waist, a strip of dark hair diving down his defined abdominals into the open fly of his slacks. He twisted somewhat as he pushed the slacks down his thighs, the heavy erect cock and curve of testicles outlined by his underwear. The motion revealed the bright spray of small scars along his side, starting just under his arm, a random pattern of them down to his hip. Mementos of an IED.
    She laid her head back, taking a deep breath. Even the soft texture of the comforter below her made her stripes sting, and she wondered if the pain would prevent her from reaching orgasm. If he allowed her an orgasm at all.
    Why do you lie to yourself? The pain makes it even better.
    The mattress dipped as he knelt between her outstretched legs. A hand molded itself over her bare mound, the heel of his hand slickening itself against her swollen, wet slit.
    She jerked her head back up as the hot, hard length of her husband’s cock slapped down on her inner thigh. The glint in her husband’s dark eyes made her shudder. “I’ve been thinking about this all day long Lace. All day.”
    His thumb played through her folds, slicking back the hood of her clit. She sighed as he played the broad head of his cock back and forth over the hard, aching nodule.
    “Oh God, Troy!”
    “All I could think about was your ass as I caned it. The marks, your tears.”
    Troy slid into her, and she arched from the mattress. He drove deep from the start, his hand capturing a breast in a firm grip. His hips snapped against her repeatedly, building immediately to a rough, frenetic pace. She could feel her juices running down, slickening the cleft of her ass.
    He pressed his weight down upon her, grinding himself against her clit repeatedly. She was already close, the need to free her arms both insanely strong, and strangely arousing.
    His mouth slammed down on her lips, his tongue forcing its way inside. She kissed him back with fierce urgency, sucking on his tongue. His teeth nipped her lips, her tongue. He