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effort to catch a glimpse of him. He held an object in one hand, a paring knife in the other. A whimper almost gave me away. I scrambled back to the couch, trying to control my breathing. Whatever he was doing, I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like it.

Breathe.

I did my best, gripping the back of the couch as lights flashed in front of my eyes. When I heard his footsteps a full two minutes later, I tensed and closed my eyes.

The second he dared to slide his fingers between my legs, swirling his finger around my clit several times almost forced me to kick him with a solid thud.

“Relax.” His voice was soothing, the same husky tone I was used to. “You need to learn to obey me, something you’re having a difficult time in doing. I think this will help.”

“What? What are you doing?”

A sharp smack on my bottom was meant as a reminder of my place.

“Reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me,” he commanded.

Trembling, I did as I was told, a wave of embarrassment rocketing through me. I was so exposed, wide open to him.

“Ginger will be the perfect reminder of your requirements.”

“Ginger?” No. No. He had to be kidding me. I couldn’t think or even breathe at this point. “I’ll be good.” The words tumbled from my mouth.

“Yes, you will. Relax and breathe as I insert the piece.”

While I’d read about figging, I’d never experienced the horrible act. I bit my cheek to keep from crying out as he pressed the root against my puckered hole, pushing slowly. There were no immediate sensations, only a slight coolness, but the damn thing felt huge.

“You’re doing very well.” Reaper twisted the ginger back and forth, my muscles forced to accept the invasion.

I did everything I could to keep my fingers in position, digging my nails into my skin. Get it over with. I almost said the words out loud. Thank God, I didn’t.

With a final push, he inserted the rest then patted my bottom.

“Good girl. You can relax now. It’ll just take a few minutes.”

“For what?”

He chuckled before walking away.

“Where are you going?” I heard the demand in my voice and cringed.

“I’m not going anywhere. As I said, relax.”

Relax? I wanted to scream at him, to beg him to remove the damn thing. Be good. Just be good. As if that was in my nature. Another few minutes passed, the quiet driving me crazy. When he approached again, caressing the small of my back, a wave of electricity surged through me just because of his touch.

“I think thirty will be an appropriate amount.”

He had the same amusing inflection in his voice as he took a step away, leaving me aching inside.

“That’s not fair. Sir,” I said, the last word little more than an afterthought. Something inside of me screamed I was pressing my luck.

“I can go forty if you’d prefer.”

“No! I mean, no, sir.” I cringed after saying the word of respect. I knew what the man was doing, how he was attempting to break down all my defenses. A part of me wanted to hate him, but how could I? He was right, at least to some degree.

“Then thirty it is.”

The whooshing sound seemed to echo, a faraway noise that barely caught my attention. As the strap was brought down against my backside, catching both my ass cheeks, I barely flinched. While there was some discomfort, it was nothing like what I thought it would be, although the force was enough to push me against the couch. I expected an immediate burning from the ginger, but even when I clenched my buttocks, the sensations were mild, almost pleasurable.

I kept my grip firm, take several deep breaths as he issued a second. While the sting was more intense, I half smiled given the tingling vibrations dancing throughout my body.

But when the third and fourth were given, I was tossed into a spiraling rush of pain that stole my breath. The ginger caused the kind of reaction that made me gasp.

“Oh. Oh! Get it out,” I wailed, shifting back and forth on the couch, doing everything I could not to clench, but my muscles reacted involuntarily, pushing me into a wave of anguish.

“That’s not going to happen,” he said so damn casually.

He smacked directly across my sit spot twice. At that point I almost jumped off the couch.

“God. I… Please, I’ll…” I couldn’t even put a coherent sentence together.

“You’re doing very well,” he said before caressing my skin, rubbing so gently I wasn’t certain I was even feeling anything.

But pain.

Fuck. Fuck!

I resisted screaming out the nasty words given what had occurred in the shower, but holy shit. I wasn’t certain I could stand the additional strikes. How the hell many were there going to be? I was sick to my stomach, the anxiety causing every muscle in my body to constrict.

He slid the end of the belt down my back, actually tapping it against my bottom. What the hell was he attempting to do, tease me?

I sucked in and held my breath as he smacked me at least four times in rapid succession. Now stars floated in front of my eyes. All time seemed to stop as echoes of my moans pounded into my ears. The ginger exemplified every single crack of the belt and I kicked out one leg then the other.

“Stay in position.” He pressed my legs down forcefully.

“Oh, God. Oh…” I did everything I could to keep my strangled whimpers from getting away from me, but it was no use. The pain had become too intense, like bottle rockets being shot off, and this time not in a good way.

The whooshing sound now pounded into my brain, making me jump even before the thick slice of leather found its mark. I had no doubt my poor ass was already crimson red, the heat building to a point I was about ready to break out in a sweat.

Another four, maybe six were delivered,

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