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them become one before that first hit, the first spark of pain. Where he’s the dom, she’s the sub, and both know that they belong.” Her words became choppy, her hips jerking, her body straining. “That moment before, Sir.”
    “Stop. Show me your fingers.” Her hand was shaking as she held it up, her fingers glistening with the cream spilling from her. “Now I want to know what makes you go home and fuck yourself until you’re screaming into your pillow, your body tense as you come over the fingers deep in your cunt. Fingers back on that quivering pussy and this time you’re going to ask me if you can push your fingers into your cunt.”
    Her entire body was trembling as her fingers slid back into place. Her breathing was loud as she shifted. He caught her under the knees and drew them up so her feet rested on the chair, the glistening folds of her sex hidden behind fingers peeking at him. She arched when he pushed the shirt up, tucking it out of the way. “Move your fingers so I can see how wet you are.”
    She flexed her hand out of the way. She was waxed bare and there was a tiny little heart tattooed right on the soft flesh above her clit. Jesus. Fuck. Unexpected. He looked away and exhaled softly. “Beautiful,” he murmured as he sank back in his chair. His hands tingled, wanting to free his cock, to stroke, to fuck. Instead his hand fisted and he looked at her so deep in subspace she had no nerves, no fear. This was Kate trusting and it took his fucking breath away.
    As if she knew that was the signal her hand sank down, her fingers resting against her. “Tell me the moment, Katey.”
    “Sir, may I?”
    “You may but you cannot come.”
    He watched, mentally taking a picture of the way she looked when she pushed two fingers inside herself. She bowed sharply, her cry drifting into the night as what so desperately needed to be filled finally was. Her free hand reached back to grab onto the back of the chair, her body frozen.
    “Hold it in.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was strained and he watched her thighs tighten as if they had the power to keep her from coming. Watching her battle her body’s need because he demanded otherwise was one of the sexiest things he had seen in a long time. He loved the mind-fuck. No mistake about it, this was one giant mind-fuck. He wished she was naked so he could see her all over in this moment. His moment.
    “No clit, no coming. I want to see those fingers move as you fuck yourself, I want to hear how wet you are by what takes you over the edge.”
    She nodded. Kate licked her lips, her body straining as she began to fuck herself. Jesus Christ. He wasn’t ready for the sight of fingers slowly moving inside her swollen sex, her hips rocking to take the touch deeper, the flush on her cheeks, the rise and fall of her breasts. She was utterly captivating.
    “The moment after the last strike, the last cry as she comes. The moment before he takes what is his. The way he looks at her as if he’s absorbing every mark he put on her body, the way she goes limp because the pain has stopped, the mind-fuck has stopped. Where the kink fades but the bond is still there. That one heartbeat where maybe he touches a harsh mark or she whispers his name. That moment that is theirs.” Her fingers began to work faster. “The moment. The moment where they’re stripped bare. That one second as his cock prepares to slide into her. That one heartbeat where it’s perfect. Oh. God! Then he….takes her. Because she’s his. She’s his. Doyle.” Her entire body strained and he watched her go over, her fingers buried deep in her cunt as it pulsed and rippled as she came.
    He grabbed the legs of her chair and dragged her forward. He leaned over the chair and covered her hand, pushing her fingers deeper so she cried out, her body jerking at the sensation.
    “Mine is the moment of surrender. When I know you’re mine. Lost in the mind-fuck, lost in the pain. That first moment when you sink