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his knees in front of her and attaching the cuffs of the bar to her ankles. Then he pushed them apart, and Domi sighed. She’d been pushing her legs together, trying to get a little stimulation.

Looking up from his position, he enjoyed the view of her slick pussy and the silver gleaming around her crushed dark red nipples. He reached up and gave the chain a little yank, making Domi squeal. Clover clamps were fun because they tightened every time they were pulled on. They also couldn’t be left on for too long for the same reason, so he’d better get on with it.

“Was it your fault Ana got hurt?” Mitch asked, getting to his feet.

Domi hesitated, and he tugged on the chain again, hard enough to make her yelp.

“No!”

“Tell me.”

“It wasn’t my fault, Master Mitch.” She said the words, but her tone was more questioning, as if she wanted confirmation from him.

“That’s right, it wasn’t your fault.” He ran his fingers over the tip of her nipple extruding from the clamp. Domi shuddered, sucking in a little breath at the sensation. “Now say it like you mean it.”

“It wasn’t my fault.” That was more like it.

“Good girl.” He ran his finger over her other nipple and leaned down to brush his lips over hers. “I’ll go get the strap.”

Domi

Some people might think a leather strap was a real punishment, but it was Domi’s favorite implement. Supple with a nice thuddy quality and just enough sting, and he hadn’t said where he was going to use it.

Probably not her back or ass unless he turned her around.

Her breasts? Maybe. Her already tormented nipples seemed to throb harder at the thought.

Thighs? Definitely a possibility.

Her pussy?

Oh, please.

She needed something there—something to help soothe the itch she couldn’t scratch.

Turning back to her, leather strap in hand, Master Mitch gave her that utterly wicked smile of his that did all sorts of crazy things to her insides. Fear, anticipation, and an erotic heat swept through her body, leaving her tingling and eager. Her nipples throbbed in their confinement, the blood trying to force its way through to the clamped flesh and becoming trapped. Fuck, it was starting to really hurt in such a good way.

“Sweet Domi Darling,” Master Mitch said. “Such a good girl.”

She flushed with pleasure, then braced herself when he positioned himself in front of her before swinging the strap.

Thwap.

It slammed against the tops of her thighs, and she cried out, wrists jerking, the sounds joining with the others in Stronghold’s Dungeon. An erotic symphony of accompaniment to her own squeals and screams, lending her voice to the chorus.

Thwap.

Another, across the same spot, and Domi screamed at the sudden rush of delicious pain burning through her, making her pulse race. She moved her hips, pushing them forward as if begging for more, begging him to strap her higher, across more sensitive flesh… and wasn’t she?

A third snap over the same welted area made her scream again, more tension leaking out of her as tears rolled down her cheeks. Fuck, that hurt! She could hear her pulse pounding in her ears, her nipples throbbing in time with it. The tortured buds felt as if they were about to burst from the force of her blood trying to push into them.

Letting her head fall back, she gasped for breath, shuddering as heat and need swept over her.

The leather strap came up between her legs, landing squarely on her pussy, and Domi’s entire body jerked in reaction. Her clit screamed with ecstatic agony, pussy lips swelling from the blow. Another blow slapped against her pussy with a wet sound, some of her arousal having transferred onto the strap during the first blow. It was exactly what she needed, the pain balancing out that of her nipples, overwhelming her senses and pushing out any lingering guilt and fear from yesterday.

Her legs were lifted, skirt rolling up to her waist, revealing her lack of underwear. Master Mitch ducked under the spreader bar, pushing her back against the hard surface of the wall, taking some of her weight while the rest of her hung from her wrist restraints. Lips came crashing down on hers, swallowing her screams as he lined up his cock with her slick pussy and thrust in hard.

Domi squirmed against him, his chest rubbing against her abused nipples, still imprisoned by the clamps, sending new sparks of pain twisting through her, even as her pussy spasmed with pleasure around his cock. He felt so good inside her, thrusting and pumping, filling her over and over again while she quivered around him.

She moved against him, arching to help his cock slide home as he fucked her up against the wall. The hard surface behind her didn’t matter, neither did the twin sparks of fiery pain on her chest when the chain between the clamps bounced. When he thrust home, grinding his body against her abused pussy and clit, the pain was rapturous.

This was exactly what she had wanted. Needed.

When Mitch lifted his head, she screamed out his name in utter ecstasy, clenching and shuddering around his cock. Groaning, he pressed himself against her, fully inside her, and she felt him begin to throb. Writhing against him, the tips of her nipples abraded by his chest hair, her punished pussy crushed against his groin, Domi let the sensations carry her away.

Mitch whispered her name in her ear, emptying himself as they came together until they were both completely spent.

Chapter Eleven

Mitch

With Domi insensible and cuddly on his lap, Mitch rubbed his cheek against her unruly curls. The aftercare corner in the Dungeon had a few others sitting in it, but they were mostly private with a couch to themselves. For the first time in days, since she’d ended their arrangement, he felt as if he could breathe properly again. It was a relief to have her with him, in his arms. He didn’t want the moment to end.

The worry was still there, of course. Eventually,

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