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choose to. I don’t want there to be any doubt that this is what you want. What you’re asking for. Now turn around and put your hands on the wall. If you move them, we’re done and you go home.”
    “You can’t do that!” I protest angrily.
    “First rule of BDSM,” he says lightly, tapping me on the nose. “The Dom makes the rules. The submissive chooses whether to accept them or not.”
    I growl in frustration and the son of a bitch has the nerve to laugh. “You’re still adorable when you’re mad,” he says.
    In response, I glare at him before turning around and placing my palms deliberately on the wall above me. He’s out to prove a point, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let him.
    Marcus Dunn can fucking bring it!
    I shut my eyes tightly and brace myself for the sting of the flogger.
    But instead of the flogger, I feel his hand—rough and possessive—caressing my ass. His touch is firm and sure, and I wonder if the man ever hesitates over anything. Doubtful.
    I start to relax in spite of myself as he runs both hands over my ass, kneading and rubbing as he hums his approval. Although Michael had done the same thing, it feels totally different with Marcus. The feel of his solid body behind me is both reassuring and incredibly sexy, and the way he’s intentionally priming my ass makes me excruciatingly aware that this is just a precursor of what’s to come.
    The more he rubs, the more conscious I become of every sensation—the pressure of the clamps on my breasts, the seductive weight of the chain hanging between them, and the feel of his masterful hands on my skin.
    Then he bends down and picks up the flogger with the wide falls. At first he just trails it lightly it over my ass. Then…smack. The leather strands flick across my butt, warming my aroused flesh. Despite the fact that I knew it was coming, it catches me off guard and I almost move my hands.
    He uses the flogger steadily and skillfully, the speed and pressure of the blows increasing in direct proportion with my arousal. There’s an occasional sting from a few strategically placed harder hits, but somehow the tiny pain only makes my desire burn hotter.
    He switches to the smaller flogger with the narrow falls and plastic beads and it starts to actually hurt, but I don’t care, because the pain immediately morphs into an equally potent pleasure. My skin grows warmer and more sensitive with each strike, and the sensations tangle together as the heat from my ass radiates all the way through to my core. Oh god. It’s sweet agony, bearable but only just so, and I feel a desperate yearning building deep inside of me. Pain and pleasure blur until I don’t know where one starts and the other stops. I give myself over to the sensation as the flogger rains down endlessly, driving me toward some sweet surrender.
    He drops the flogger and his bare hand makes contact with my ass. Fuck! His hand is somehow even more intimate and painful, probably because my ass already feels like it’s on fire. He spanks me again, alternating cheeks with quick upward glancing blows, hitting the same spot over and over until I’m squirming to keep my hands in place. He tugs sharply on the chain between my breasts and my belly tightens as need coils deep in my loins. I move my legs, pressing my thighs together to ease the ache.
    But he’s having none of that, and he kicks my legs apart without breaking the rhythm of his hand on my ass or the relentless tug of the chain. I’m going to fucking explode!
    Abruptly, the blows stop and he rubs my ass with his hand, pressing into my heated skin. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. His fingers dance up my slit and probe me intimately. I open my mouth to protest, but a quick yank on the chain diverts my attention, and then he’s circling my clit and I forget everything else.
    “Turn around,” he commands softly.
    I slowly turn to face him. He pins my wrists above my head again, his face so close to mine that I can see the