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His cock was hard through his pants, against my leg. He breathed hot and fast, one hand still pinning my wrists above my head. His hand rumpled my dress up at my waist.

I could feel how much he wanted me, and it made me long for him to fill me. No longer did I feel ashamed. This was my body, my desire, and I owned it.

His hand was kneading my skin through the fabric. There was no way to take my dress off now that my wrists were bound together. I grinned.

“Should have undressed me before you tied me up,” I said.

He slapped me across the face, hard. The shock of the blow ran through me like lightning, but he was kissing my lips before I could recover, biting my lower lip, sucking my flesh.

It hadn’t been a slap to hurt, just to surprise. And it surprised me.

He swung a leg over my waist, straddled me. Before I could lower my arms he had grabbed the collar of my dress and ripped. The fabric tore easily in his fists. Soon my dress was nothing but scraps of silk over my naked body.

“You’re not wearing underwear, kitten,” he said. I lifted my chin.

God, I wanted him. His cock was hot and throbbing; I could feel it against my stomach as he leaned over. He kissed me so softly, so tenderly. The gentleness of his kiss sent me into a spiral of pure easy bliss, so easy that I began to drift away.

Then he twisted my nipple hard. Pain shot through my chest.

I yelped, bucking underneath him. He pinned my wrists back easily and licked the side of my neck, then bit down gently. The pain in my nipple had turned into a burning that ran hot through my nerves. I felt every bit of his touch as he grazed the top of my hot nipple with his thumb.

His fingers pinched down again, and I squealed. God, the heat! Despite the pain, I felt myself grow wet between my thighs.

“I’m going to suck you,” he whispered. “Then I’m going to bite you.”

I moaned as his mouth moved down below my ear, his tongue flicking my earlobe. He was careful not to let any part of him touch me between my thighs, where already I was aching.

His hand kneaded my shoulder muscle as his mouth took my nipple inside. His tongue slipped down, sliding along the underside of my breast. Then he sucked, and I inhaled sharply. It was a different kind of pain than before, and it seemed as though his lips were sucking me down where I desperately needed it. I twisted under his hold.

“Impatient kitten,” he murmured.

“Please—”

His hand was at my throat, choking me. The pressure made me tight, my throat aching along with the rest of me. He kissed me on the lips as he choked me, stopping any attempts for breath.

“No,” I tried to moan, but he pressed down harder, cutting off my air. I thrashed underneath him, my legs kicking. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want him to kill me! I wanted—

I wanted to live.

At the last second, he released my throat. I coughed, gasping for air. My throat wheezed as I tasted the delicious oxygen, drawing it deep into my lungs.

“Scared now, kitten?” he asked. His eyes blazed with desire, desire that I echoed. I wanted him, yes. I wanted him badly. I wanted everything he could offer. But I knew that he would only hurt me more if I told him this.

His fingers plunged between my thighs and I gasped. His lips parted and he brought his hand up, his skin gleaming with my moisture. He licked his fingers.

“You taste delicious.”

I whimpered. I wanted his mouth on me, wanted him to ease the ache that shot through my core and made me twitch against the bedsheets.

“Do you want me to taste you, kitten?” he asked. There was a danger in his eyes.

“Yes,” I said softly.

He smiled, a dangerous smile.

“It’s too bad we’re not doing what you want today.”

Before I could even open my mouth to ask him what he meant, he had his hands on my hips. He flipped me over onto my stomach, and I landed hard, my breath rushing out of me. As I inhaled, he spanked me on the ass, his hand landing with a smack that sent a spasm through my body. I kicked out.

“Lift your ass up for me, kitten,” he said.

I moaned, obeying. I raised myself to show him, in the most vulnerable position I had ever been in. Like a bitch in heat. It should have been degrading, but instead it turned me on intensely. I was so wet, I could feel my juices running down my thighs.

“Dirty kitten.”

He spanked me again, then again. The fourth time, my skin was so sensitive that it stung like flame. I jerked on the bed away from him, but he dragged me back. The spanks came hard and hot, sizzling on my skin. I cried out, twisting under his hands, but he did not stop. Every blow seared me, and despite the pain I began to rock back to meet him. I wanted it, every bit of pain, every fiery spank.

Then I felt his fingers slide down over my slit, stroking the outside part of me.