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he decided to give out, I kept silent—except for a long groan.
    “You like that, don’t you, pet?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Smack.
    “I think you can take more.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Smack.
    “More than you thought you could.”
    “Oh, yes, Sir.”
    Smack, smack, smack.
    If I thought it had burned when he’d started, I’d been mistaken. My arse was on fire, my cunt spasming every time he slapped, the heat from my buttocks spreading to my pussy, my whole lower region in some form of limbo. Time appeared to be suspended, me hanging from his neck the way I was, his cock tapping against my lower belly each time he treated me to another meeting of palms on arse.
    “You’re doing so well,” he said, gripping my waist and putting me in the same position as I’d been in before—cock sitting just inside my entrance, me waiting for permission to lower myself onto it.
    He didn’t give it. Instead, he rammed me down, and God, I was right where I needed to be.
     

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    The feel of him inside me ratcheted up my desire and prompted the instinct to ride him hard and fast. I lifted my head and opened my eyes. Looked at him. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, then kissed me, at the same time using his grip on my waist to set me rocking. I drowned in his kiss, allowing him total access to my mouth. With his tongue he plundered as though he wanted to possess every inch of me. And, God, I felt beautiful, desired and so very special.
    Lust burned inside me, the kind that grew quickly in intensity and urged me to work faster. I upped my speed, lifting then ramming down onto him, a frenzy overtaking me. My skin was still hot—it itched where the heat seemed to intensify even though he wasn’t spanking me anymore.
    Digging my nails into his shoulder blades, I raked them down his skin, enjoying the sound of his appreciative moan and the basque creaking. I wrenched my mouth away, wanting to taste his skin, then laved a path with my tongue from his collarbone to his ear. He rubbed his cheek against mine, and I suckled his earlobe, the skin soft on my tongue. Raw passion ignited, so swift and urgent that I knew it wouldn’t be long before I exploded. I drew my nails up his back again then clamped my hands over his shoulders, pushing down for leverage as I rode him.
    He sought out my mouth for another kiss, licking the seam where my lips met, and moved his hands from my waist to cross his arms over my back and bring me closer. My skin, the exposed strip where the basque didn’t meet, warmed when he hugged me to his chest, and a ribbon of excitement swirled through my lower body, spreading out in tendrils.
    “Turn around,” he said.
    I eased off him and did as he’d asked. Going on my hands and knees with heady abandon, I reveled in the fact that my arse was bared to him, there for him to inspect at his leisure. Was he seeing red handprints, or had his spanking just created a massive blush on each cheek? Did it turn him on to see that he’d done that? Being a Master, I suspected it did. Wasn’t that what they craved? To give their subs pleasure and see the results of their performance? I hoped he’d explain things to me when we met again, let me know how he felt when he spanked, when he whipped. There was so much for me to learn—about Masters and also about myself as a sub. I smiled—yes, I knew for sure now that I wanted to be a sub.
    Still on my hands and knees, I sank backwards onto his cock. Rising and falling on him, I moaned as he cupped my breasts.
    “This feels so good,” he said. “I can touch you here…” He tweaked a nipple. “And here…” He ghosted one hand down to my soft folds before gliding two fingertips over my wet clit.
    I sucked in a sharp breath, my sensitive nerves buzzing from his touch. He applied pressure, circling my nub, the strength of his strokes releasing a rush of sensation from there straight into my cunt. I gripped my thighs harder, digging my nails into my flesh, and