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tears, as well as the exquisite pleasure he'd never failed to wring from even her still stinging body.

She obeyed without question, without so much as an inkling of hesitation, despite the fact that, even after so much time, she still blushed even at the mere thought of what she was displaying to him. She'd never gotten over that modesty response, and, what was worse was that he thought that it was extremely endearing. Raina wasn't used to having a man consider her in many ways that didn't have to do with business - only Master rarely thought of her in a business capacity at all. Here, within the walls of their house - his house - she was a harshly treasured possession.

He bent down and removed the underwear cuff from one ankle, then the other, then bade her spread her legs even wider merely by tapping the inside of her thigh. Raina moved immediately, placing her legs as far apart as she could and still maintain the position.

Her master wasn't the type to gloss over things. He especially liked to inspect her minutely, but for that he generally put her into a more comfortable position - bound fast, but still comfortable.

This time, he cupped her possessively, letting his fingers part what had already been loosened by the prominent position he'd put her into. When he had her like this, he tried to pay attention to even the minutest reaction - he felt and heard her sigh, and her body relaxed into his hand as soon as she realized that he wasn't causing her any pain... at least right now. Quite the opposite, in fact. She was dripping wet - as she so often was around him. He considered that the ultimate compliment, and the ultimate reinforcement that he what he was providing for her - the strict rules, the searing punishments, and even the embarrassment factor - on a regular basis was exactly what she needed and wanted.

He christened his index and third fingers with her juices, then brought them up to her already prominent little clit, cutting a big swath over it very slowly and deliberately, allowing himself only a small grin at her tiny whimper. Moving that thick band of fingers away from her pleasure center, he settled them at her entrance. Even now, even after innumerable invasions of unmentionable things, she was still nearly as tight as a virgin.

When he'd first realized just how untried she was, he'd been amazed. She'd had a hard time just taking the two fingers he was threatening her with now, and he'd barely been able to keep himself from replacing those two fingers with his nearly exploding cock. He'd managed, but just barely.

Since then, he'd been excruciatingly careful to make sure that he didn't overstretch her, and he required that she do Kegel exercises to keep herself tight even after he'd explored her. Part of what tickled him about her - and he knew that she felt the same way - was forcing her to open and accommodate things that forced her to stretch open. He was very careful, so she was never truly hurt, but she was certainly put to the test on many occasions, after which he instituted a regime of Kegel exercises. If he had his way, she would continue to be as tight as she was - or maybe even tighter - when she first met him, regardless of how long he kept her.

Without an ounce of warning, without a hint of what he was going to do, he crammed his fingers up inside her, beginning to pump them powerfully in and out of her as she moaned and struggled to submit.

Chapter Three

That was what he liked - he never wanted their relationship - especially its more intimate aspects - to be something she could phone in, in any way. He wanted her there, with him, experiencing every second of the way the cane tracks fell against her lovely bottom, or trying to come to grips with how he'd wrapped the legs of her own nylons around the bases of her breasts, tugging them ever tighter then tying them off, or how his mouth felt when it molded itself over her clit and the wide back of his tongue worried her into a convulsive fit of paradise.

He even very carefully varied the rhythm with which he fucked her with those unyielding fingers, changing from fast and hard to slow and deep when she least expected it, forcing her to yield to him completely, not even letting her begin to anticipate him. Of course, having no continual rhythm also made sure that she couldn't quite get to where her body wanted her - couldn't quite grasp the gasping conclusion he dangled in front of her with every dominant plunge.

Even after only a few rounds of strokes, Raina was already breathing heavily, and he could see that she was getting so involved that she was likely to end up falling on her head. It was time to make sure she didn't accidentally hurt herself. This was where his unlimited funds came in handy. All he had to do was turn and push a button that was hidden in the wall, and a solid, thickly padded table slid out and revealed a floor to ceiling mirror on the attached end that would force her to see her own reactions to everything that was being done to her.

She was small enough that when he turned back to her, all he had to do was loop an arm around her waist and lift her onto the table, which had been constructed to his exact specifications such that, like the equipment in the library, which he had had reworked specifically for her measurements, he could raise and lower it to put her at the height he preferred for whatever it was that he was going to be doing to her.

With another flick of a switch, a drawer was revealed