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and nuzzling against her ear. It sent a delicious shiver through her. “But you’re doing so well. Now brace yourself. It’s time for the real punishment to begin.”
    His words sent an icy rush of fear through Kyla. She squeezed her eyes shut, expecting to feel the biting pain of a whip. Instead, she felt something soft caressing her backside. Kyla focused on the sensation, trying to place it. It felt like ribbons of suede. A sudden fist clenched in her middle—a flogger.
    At that moment, Jackson whipped the flogger across Kyla’s ass. Kyla jerked in her bonds and tried to scream—but the sound couldn’t escape past the ball-gag.
    “Remember, Kyla. You asked for this. You wanted my help. This is what you need,” Jackson said. He cracked the flogger against her thighs, three times in quick succession. Kyla’s muted screams did her no good. She squeezed her eyes shut again and hot tears of pain slid down her cheeks. “You’ve been torturing yourself since your wedding day, haven’t you?”
    Kyla’s eyes snapped open, his words burrowing through the pain to sear themselves into her mind. Jackson worked the flogger over her again, trailing stinging pain from the backs of her knees to her ass.
    “Relish this pain. You’ve earned it, but you had no way to mete it out. Listen to me, Kyla. It’s no longer your job to punish yourself for what happened with Michael. It’s my job now, and when I say your punishment is over, it’s over for good.” The flogger bit into her tender flesh again and again. “After tonight, you are never again allowed to hate yourself for almost marrying that bastard. After tonight, that debt will be paid.” Kyla squeezed her hands into fists, fighting through the agony. Because Jackson’s words resonated deep inside her soul.
    As he flogged her, Kyla pictured Michael and every glaring warning she ignored. Tears rolled down her face in a near-constant stream, but Kyla fought the urge to surrender, keeping her fists tightly balled. When the blows stopped raining down on her, Kyla quivered. Her skin felt hot enough to catch on fire.
    Jackson knelt before her and wiped away her tears. “You did so well, Kyla.” He unfastened the ball-gag from her mouth and Kyla took a ragged breath, too shaken to speak.
    “Thank you, sir.” Her voice shook with pain and something else—a flood of powerful emotion. “Thank you.”
    Jackson walked behind her and blew gently onto her stinging flesh. Softly, and ever so carefully, he began to rub her skin with some kind of oil. It lessened the sting, and Kyla let his hands lull her into a near-trance.
    When his fingers slipped into her again, Kyla shuddered. Her core still ached for him. And even though the skin all along her backside still screamed in agony, the sensation was starting to feel almost good.
    When Jackson bent forward to lick her, Kyla couldn’t stop herself from moaning. He went to work, putting as much effort into laving her wet folds as he had just spent working the flogger over her. Kyla began to shudder under his efforts.
    “Oh, please.” Kyla squeezed her eyes, every nerve in her body on fire. “Please, sir. Fuck me.”
    “Not yet. We’re not done with your punishment.”
    Kyla could barely process what he was saying. “Sir?” She felt a tug as Jackson pulled the butt-plug out. Kyla heard the sound of another condom package as Jackson ripped it open. “Sir?” Kyla knew what was coming, but she was unable to move more than an inch in any direction.
    “Remember your safe word, Kyla.”
    Kyla felt another wash of lubricant across her ass and braced herself.
    Jackson placed the head of his cock against the tight ring of her anus. “Open for me.” He began to push into her slowly. Kyla groaned as he filled her inch by inch. “That’s it. Relax, Kyla. I won’t go all the way in this time.”
    Kyla found herself trying to relax for him, nearly shaking with the effort. She heard herself groan like an animal at the sensations