Bondage Buddies (Masters of Marquis Book 1) Golden Angel (top 10 non fiction books of all time TXT) 📖

your words, but it shouldn’t have taken Freddy confronting you to feel that way. If it’s something you don’t want me or him to hear you say, it shouldn’t be said at all.”

Raising the whip, he brought it down sharply on her swollen, heated pussy.

Domi

Finally!

Domi wanted to scream with pure relief as the delicious pain shot through her. The sting from the whip felt incredible against her aroused flesh. Her ass clenched around the plug, heating her all over again from the inside, and if she could have lifted her hips to meet the next stroke, she would have. Each slap of the flogger against her pussy reignited the string, the tiny strands never hitting in the same spot twice. Master Mitch angled the strokes differently each time, making sure not a single area was neglected.

If only he could focus the blows on her clit, she was sure she could come just from this...

When he stopped again, she let out a frustrated scream, her fists bunching as the stimulation jolted to a halt. Lifting her head to see what had happened, she tried to squirm away as he lowered himself between her thighs again, his eyes focused on her swollen, reddened, aching pussy.

“Nooooo...” She moaned the denial, and this time, tried to get away from his questing tongue and mouth, but she couldn’t.

After the flogging, her pussy felt even more sensitive, and his tongue was almost painful as it rasped over the swollen folds. Of course, she liked the pain, so that just made her even hornier. Her entire body felt as if it was throbbing, coiling, like a wire being drawn tighter and tighter. She was going to snap at any moment...

Except Master Mitch wouldn’t let her.

“Please!” She practically screamed the word when he straightened again, leaving her hanging on the edge of an orgasm.

There wasn’t enough pleasure or enough pain to bring her over the edge.

It was awful and not fun at all.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The flogger fell against her pussy again, even gentler than before, denying her the sharp bite her body craved. She writhed against the restraints, to no avail.

Tears sprang in her eyes, her body thrumming, screaming out for more... she was so close...

The stinging slaps stopped again. Domi literally screamed in frustration. If her hands had been free, she might have actually tried to strangle Mitch, especially when she heard his low chuckle.

This is not how she pictured her last scene with him, not how she wanted their last scene together to go. And it was all her fault. Not because she’d fallen for him—she would have realized that eventually and known she had to end things—but because she’d turned into a catty, jealous bitch.

Morgan might not be her favorite person in the world, but that didn’t justify what she or Rae had said about her, especially not where someone could have overheard them. It was bad enough Freddy had heard them. What if someone else had heard and told Morgan what they said? How would Domi feel if someone had been talking about her body, her makeup, and her fashion choices that way?

Master Mitch was right. Regret and remorse weren’t quite the same, but she felt both now.

Gentle fingers stroked over her thighs, bringing her back to the man standing between them. He was looking down at her, his eyes scanning over her face, examining her.

“There we go,” he murmured. “That’s more of what I was looking for.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. She was so very sorry for so many things. Sorry for saying shitty things about Morgan. Sorry for being a bitch. Sorry for making him miss the fire play demo. Sorry, this was their last scene together, and he didn’t even know it.

There was sympathy on his face.

“I know you are, good girl,” he replied.

Domi didn’t feel very much like a good girl right now. Her body was still all wound up, but she was miserable.

Mitch

Poor little subbie.

At heart, Domi was kind. She’d acted out of character, been punished for it, and was sincerely sorry for it. The tears in her eyes were as much from sexual frustration as they were from remorse. Calling her a good girl barely made her twitch.

He’d broken her down—now it was time to build her back up again.

Easing some of the sexual frustration he’d been torturing her with would help. They’d never done orgasm torture before or edging, but it was clearly a good punishment for her. Discipline time was over, though—time to clean the slate and let her start anew.

Leaning down, Mitch pressing his mouth to her pussy, this time going straight for her clit, instead of teasing her, and Domi’s shriek echoed around the Dungeon. His balls tightened in response to that beautiful scream. Her body quivered, pulling at the restraints as he sent her careening into orgasm.

Releasing the hard suction on her clit, he licked her with long, sensuous strokes to help bring her down gently from the peak of pleasure. His dick was throbbing against his zipper, aching to be buried inside of her, but his good girl deserved more of a reward.

As her body relaxed, Mitch kissed up her stomach, his hands moving ahead of him, reaching her breasts. Fondling the soft mounds, he closed his fingers around the clamps, crushing the buds.

Domi keened, gasping, arching against the straps. He pressed his lower body against her pussy, feeling her wet folds rubbing against the bulge in his leathers.

“Oh, fuck... oh, please...” The ragged need in her voice was stronger than ever, even though he’d just given her an orgasm. She was his sweet, little pain slut, and now that her punishment was over, he was going to give her everything she needed.

Domi

The tight, painful, throbbing squeeze of her nipples was exactly what her body had been craving. It didn’t matter that she’d just climaxed. Hot need pulsed through her, her pussy quivering against the thick bulge of Master Mitch’s cock.

Pulling the