All She Wants For Christmas Is Her Dom by Stacey Kennedy Page A

her further. “Reach into your panties and rub your clit. But if you orgasm without permission you will displease me. Am I understood?”
    “Yes, Sir.” She lowered her hand into her thong and moaned as she played with her clit.
    He raised the flogger and slapped her again, repeatedly moving his arm in a figure-eight pattern. Her skin burned red as he whipped her without mercy. She cringed, complained with yelps, but he suspected she enjoyed every damn minute of it.
    She impressed him. Her control, ability to handle pain, and desire to please him had been honorable. That is, until he caught sight of something that tightened his jaw. Her body trembled but not in a way that informed him the pain had been too intense. No, she had defied him.
    He hit her twice and meant the strokes to hurt. “Did you orgasm?”
    “I’m sorry, Sir.” She panted.
    He gripped her hair and pulled back to expose her face. The blindfold had not moved. Her parted lips trembled as she sucked in deep breaths and her cheeks were as red as her ass. “You did not answer my question.”
    “It’s been so long since I’ve been flogged. It felt incredible. I couldn’t help myself, Sir.”
    He tsked . “If you had asked permission, I would have granted you the right. Now, though, you will need to earn back such luxuries and be punished for your mistake.” He approached his bag again where he grabbed out two five-pound weights and his whip. “Raise your arms to shoulder height and do not lower them.”
    She complied and he placed the weights in her hands. “Turn slowly in a circle and keep those weights high.”
    He took a step back then sent the whip to connect with her torso, flicking his wrist in time with her spin so with each turn she made, the whip connected with a new area on her body. She sucked in a breath and flinched away.
    Red marks decorated her skin. Her moans, mixed with pleasure and pain, drifted over to caress him like a warm hand stroking his cock. He continued until her arms shook from exhaustion and he’d marked her body beautifully. “You will not orgasm again without permission. Do I make myself clear?”
    “Yes, Sir.” Her legs trembled and her voice shook. “My arms are hurting, Sir. May I lower them?”
    She’d been punished, which was his intention—to make sure she never disobeyed him again—but he’d not let her off that easy. She had asked for his punishment to end instead of him granting it. She had defied him again. “You’re inability to do as I ask is disappointing.”
    “I don’t mean to fail you, Sir.”
    “I’m finding that hard to believe since you continually do so.” He took the weights from her, tossed them aside, and massaged her arms. “If such were the case I would find myself rewarding you more than I am punishing.”
     
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    Taryn’s Dom rubbed her arms and relieved the soreness. His procedure of punishment seemed so familiar. Her ex-boyfriend punished that hard and always made her work for her reward. She shook the thought from her mind. Past lovers should have no place in her mind now.
    She wanted to look at him, but he hadn’t allowed her to remove the blindfold. When she agreed in her questionnaire to Madame Eve that she’d been comfortable with the idea of shielding her eyes, she had assumed it had been the way he wanted her to be presented to him. She had not expected she’d be blindfolded the entire time—never to see him at all.
    He released her arms, and she listened as he strode to the other side of the room. Her heart raced for what was to come next. She held no doubt he would make an example of her failures. Part of her welcomed the pain she expected would be soon upon her. The other part was fearful of his harsh punishments.
    His presence returned a moment later. Even though she couldn’t see him, his energy simmered around her and her mind played with images of what he looked like. Tall, dark, and handsome with a body that made her damp between her thighs—or so