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a high-pitched scream that he suspected everyone in the dungeon heard, she burst wide open. She attempted to toss her head back, but his tight hold wouldn’t allow her to move. Her eyes pinched shut, her body jerked, and her pussy constricted around his fingers.
    Dmitri slowed the thrusts, and soon she melted around him. Her breath rushed out in a loud whoosh, and as he removed his fingers, she whined. He released his hold on her hair, and the second she was without support, he wrapped an arm around her waist.
    Her head was bowed, her cheek rested on his chest, and she shook with the aftereffects of her release. He lightly ran his hand over the drenched flesh on her back and found her boneless under his touch.
    Beautiful.
    All bound by restrictions, but when given the right to unleash, she soared.
    “Well, well, Presley.” He tucked his finger under her jaw. “You’re quite loud for someone so little.”
    “I—I’ve never come that hard before.” Her voice was breathless and the rise and fall of her chest quick. “Sir.”
    “Compliments to your Dom are always a good thing.” He smiled, tapping her thigh with a light hit, enjoying the squeak she offered in return. “Down on all fours, head on the platform and ass up.”
    Releasing her waist, he held on to her forearm, and Presley swayed a moment before she dropped to her knees. After which she lowered her head down to the platform, awkwardly, but he assisted her into the correct position.
    Leaving her there in a muddle of arousal, he grabbed his cowhide flogger with black tails off the cart. He turned to her and bit back a groan, as blood rushed to his cock so fast. Her sexy nude body, with a single black rope around her hip as she waited patiently for him, made this submissive a piece of perfection.
    “Look at the floor.” He joined her on the platform, flicked her hair off her silky back, then slid the leather tails of the flogger along her bare flesh. “Do not watch me.” As he straightened, she glanced at the dark wood in the line of her gaze.
    Standing over her, Dmitri studied her harsh breaths, grinning at her increasing tension, which was exactly why he’d taken away her right to look. Watching her squirm and build anticipation, while totally exposed, mesmerized him.
    Once all her lovely trembling turned into hard quakes, he moved in next to her and lightly, with hardly a touch, flogged her bottom. All the tension in her body fled in a heartbeat. She arched up into his hit and wiggled her bottom.
    “Eyes to me now.”
    She struggled to look at him as he stood near her right hip, and her cheeks were flushed bright red. He never understood why Doms didn’t allow a submissive to look during a scene. Dmitri always thought the eyes were the windows to the soul.
    Flicking his wrist, and in a figure-eight pattern along her shoulders, he added slightly more force to the hits. She didn’t even flinch; her lips parted, her pupils enlarged, and he had her rapt attention.
    He increased the force and issued a harder flick along her ass, and she sucked in a deep breath, but her eyes glittered with inner light. He upped his speed with the leather tails against her upper back, yet no pain appeared in her features.
    This time, to test her pain tolerance, he sent a harder hit onto her left ass cheek. Her muscles became rigid, and her lips pursed as she registered the pain. He waited a good few seconds while she recovered.
    Once she relaxed, and in a solid rhythm with the same pressure that he used before the hard hit, he decorated Presley’s body a beautiful shade of red. Her loud moans and quick shallow breaths all became signs of her readiness. There, he’d push her. He increased his force to the harder hit. Now that he’d warmed up her skin and she’d learned to register the sensation, she morphed the intensity into pleasure.
    Not until her skin had turned a dark shade of red did he lower the flogger. At his feet rested a woman in a complete state of confusion.