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Slap.

A strangled moan tore from her throat, and her knees buckled.

Slap.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she climbed higher.

Slap.

Every nerve awakened.

Slap.

Her thoughts became hazy.

Slap.

Her clit throbbed, and she ached in desperation.

Slap.

“Now, that’s the way an ass should look.”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Lovely.”

Rubbing at her scorching flesh, Presley murmured a thank-you, then he returned to the chaise. She stayed in position, awaiting his instructions, her arousal burning wicked. Only a moment later, his deep, ravenous voice drifted over her. “Stand now. Remove your panties.”

Presley rose, sighing and stretching out her muscles, but the blood that had rushed between her thighs remained, as did the intense ache. With a tremble in her hands, she removed her panties then tossed them aside.

Master Dmitri tsked. Presley tensed. He hesitated. “Crawl over and bring them to me.”

She sank down to all fours and glanced to her left, discovering her panties on the floor a foot away. Doing her best to be a seductive kitten, she crawled her way to the panties and reached for them.

“No, Presley,” he murmured. “With your teeth.”

She grinned, spread her legs, and arched her back, loving his answering deep groan. After she drew the side of the strap between her teeth, she turned then fumbled. She quickly righted herself and crawled toward him.

She hadn’t realized he had removed his shirt, and her mouth went dry. His smooth tanned skin encased a body of hard muscles, squared pectorals leading down to a six-pack, all of which sent a heady pulse into her clit.

Once in front of him, she settled into kneeling position, widened her knees to show herself off, and angled her back to push out her breasts. She raised her head and offered him the panties in her mouth.

His eyes flared in both arousal and approval. “These are mine, Presley.” He took the panties in his left hand, and with his right, he trailed his finger over her collar. “You always offer them to me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Dropping her underwear next to him on the chaise, he never looked away from her, and with a downward jerk of his chin, he gestured to his pants. “Remove them.”

She unbuttoned his slacks and pulled down the zipper, and he lifted his hips to assist her. In quick time, his pants and boxer briefs were kicked off, and his erection sprang free.

His eyebrows arched as he motioned to his beautiful cock, and she didn’t need a further order. She reached for him, but he tsked again and shook his head. “Lock your hands behind your back.”

She clasped her wrists behind her, and Master Dmitri fisted his cock, angling his erection out to her. She leaned forward, and his musk overwhelmed her with desire as she swirled her tongue around the rim, savoring the salty liquid on the tip.

“Lick up and down, Presley,” he murmured.

Following his demand, she slid her tongue down to meet his fist, then ran it all the way up his shaft. There, she played with different pressures, flicks of her tongue, all to entice him, and he threw his head back on a low grunt. He looked at her again, and growled, “Open your mouth.”

Once she complied, he slipped the tip between her lips, and she danced her tongue over him, stretching to accept his girth. Her eyes fluttered closed at the feel of all his delicious, hard cock in her mouth.

“Eyes to me.”

His sharp tone snapped her eyes open in a second flat, and she shivered under the command of his powerful gaze. “Keep going. Ah . . . yeah, just like that, doll.”

He lifted his hips off the chaise and she fixed her stare on him as he thrust into her mouth. Sometimes he pulled out so she could lick the tip, and other times he pushed himself into the back of her throat. On each withdrawal, she sucked her cheeks around him, and on each insertion, she trailed her wet tongue over him.

He trembled and his eyebrows furrowed before he slowed his thrusts, withdrawing completely. Approval shone in his features. “You have an incredible mouth, sub. Make a man want to blow, don’t you?”

She smiled, sliding her tongue over her lips. “Thank you, sir.”

He chuckled. “One more lick, doll.”

She grinned in return, enjoying that not only would he have come if she hadn’t stopped, but she pleasured him as well as he did her. With a final lick up, his thick shaft twitching under her tongue, she returned to her knees.

He stood, brushing his knuckles over her cheek, not gentle but firm and committed. “Your body is mine, Presley. Mine to take pleasure. Mine to give pleasure.” Offering his hand, he assisted her to her feet and yanked her tight against him. “All
mine,
Presley.”

She shuddered in anticipation. “Yours, sir.”

“Very nice.” He squeezed her bottom with both hands firmly before he smacked her cheeks with a stinging hit. “Present yourself on the bed, love.”

Leaving behind the hot and moist woman with the beautifully red ass, Dmitri approached the dresser. Possession tightened his muscles and fueled his steps. Selfish reasons had driven him to take her into the bedroom, even if he believed she no longer needed the soft limit of not having sex in the dungeon.

Dmitri didn’t want the members to watch the first time he sank himself deep inside her. He desired the moment to be special because it meant something to Presley, as it did him. Which had been exactly why he hadn’t taken her yet; he had waited until the
right
time, and that happened to be now.

After tonight, he’d take her in front of a crowd because it’d make her burn, but at this moment, she was for his eyes only.

Once he reached his large wooden dresser, he opened the top drawer and took out a long piece of black rope. He turned to her again and his cock twitched. Presley rested on her back with her light hair blanketing the dark pillow. Her legs were spread wide open, and his attention zoned in on her pretty pink damp folds.

Forcing himself, he looked into her gorgeous eyes, finding her eyelids hooded. “Doll, you look stunning.”

“Thank you, sir,” she rasped.

He fought against the ache of his cock as he returned to the bed, then sat next to her. Running his finger along the inside of her thigh, he loved the hitch of her breath and her shudder. “You’ve done very well to present yourself to your Dom. Smart sub you are, Presley.” He winked. “A fast learner, too.”

She grinned. “I catch on real quick, sir.”

“Apparently.” He chuckled, taking the soft rope and sliding one end behind her waist. Her collar held his attention. Not only did the necklace look stunning on her, but the ownership of the piece settled deep in his soul.

Mine.

Once he’d positioned the rope at her hips comfortably, he lifted her thigh and wrapped her leg above the knee, after which he strapped up the other leg in the same manner. By the time he’d finished, Presley’s thighs were tight against her sides and spread wide for him, though her arms were free, exactly as he intended.

He settled himself in front of her bottom, scanning over such a lovely sight. Her pussy awaiting him, moisture along her folds glistening off the light, and the ropes binding her only improved his view.

Unable to stop himself, he stroked her labia, and Presley’s pupils dilated. “You’re soaking wet, love.” At her sweet little moan, he ran his touch up her pink folds and swirled her hard, swollen clit. “Seems you enjoy a good spanking, don’t you?”

“Mmm,” she hummed.

Christ, he loved her sounds of pleasure and relished how wet she got for him. “I know you were curious your first night in the dungeon about why Cora reacted so intensely to a spanking. This is why, doll.”

Without a chance for her to respond or anticipate his next move, he pushed back on her bound thighs and lifted her bottom. He spanked her with ten hard swats on each cheek, causing her to moan deliciously. Before she could catch up, he thrust two fingers into her slick heat, and Presley’s eyes went huge. She grasped the bedsheet below. “Oh!”

Her inner walls clamped against him as he finger-fucked her, and her body jerked and bucked within the restraints. After a few determined thrusts, the woman blew wide open, and her screams drifted over him in a heat wave.

Once her roars of pleasure became whimpers, he eased off his thrusts, and her pussy convulsed in waves around his fingers. He allowed her to bask in the aftereffects of her orgasm, but her musk thick in his nostrils made him impatient.

When her heavy pants shifted to deep sighs, she opened her eyes to him, and she had never looked so beautiful. Her glossy gaze and messy hair, all bound up for his pleasure, mesmerized him.

She licked her lips. “Wow . . . sir.”

He grinned with evil intent. “Sub, you speak as if I’m finished.” With his free hand, he smacked her bottom, a hard hit that stung his hand, and at the same moment, he thrust his fingers into her slick heat with brutal force. Tremors rocked through her, and she sucked in a huge deep breath. Then she screamed a sound every Dom loved: total freedom and absolute loss of control.

Her tight cunt convulsed around his fingers, and his palm was drenched in her sweet honey. Three more hard jerks of her body erupted before her inner muscles released their tight hold on his fingers and she became lax.

He removed his fingers and pulled himself closer to her bottom, pressing his thighs against her sweet little ass. His heavy erection settled onto her backside and throbbed. Christ, he wanted to take her. His cock ached, especially when he gazed down at
his
collar on
her
neck. Trailing his fingertips along the back of her silky thighs, he waited her out.

When she finally acknowledged his presence again by opening her dark, seductive eyes, he said, “You have a choice, Presley. Would you prefer me to wear a condom?”

“I . . .” She exhaled as if her breath were lost to her, and sweat beaded her top lip. “I have an IUD.”

He inclined his head in approval; he’d never doubted she’d be on some form of birth control. Presley was too much of a good girl not to be responsible. “I was tested two months ago—as part of the dungeon’s rules for quarterly examinations—and I haven’t engaged in unsafe intercourse in a very long time, doll. I am clean.”

Her cheeks flushed. “No condom, sir.”

“Very nice.” His greedy dick twitched in agreement. “I want to feel all of you.” He fisted his rock-hard cock and pressed the tip to her slit. “Breathe in, doll, I’m going to stretch you wide.”

She inhaled, and he shifted his hips forward. Her tight heat fought to accept him, her eyebrows furrowed, and her teeth bit down on her bottom lip. He managed to slide halfway into her warm passage, but when he pushed the thicker part of his cock into her, she whimpered.

He stilled, allowing her to become accustomed to his size. Damn, she was impressively tight. Even if it’d been months since she was with Steven, her ex-boyfriend had to have been small, and didn’t that fuel the man inside of Dmitri?

Once her whines lessened, he shifted forward, adding more pressure, and her eyes screwed shut as pain rippled across her features. He moved slowly, applying saliva to his fingers and rubbing it on his cock for further lubrication. While he would be gentle, she would also accept him, and he continued to push through her tightness until his pelvis pressed against her ass.

“There you go, doll, you’ve survived.”

When her eyes opened to him, her cheeks were flushed a beautiful rose, and he winked. “Thought you wouldn’t be able to take me, didn’t you?”

Presley’s fingers were tangled in the bedsheets as she glanced down between their bodies. “I had serious doubts.” He withdrew to the tip, then he pushed inside her, and she squeaked. “Sir, I still do!”

He quickened his thrusts, not slamming into her but fast shifts of his hips warming her up. The feel of her slick heat wrapped around him like a damn vise, making him doubt his ability to hold his orgasm before he managed to get her to welcome him. In and out, he worked her sweet body, demanding that she accept him.

Lowering his thumb to her clit, he swirled the bud and groaned as she tightened around his shaft. Her pupils were dark and delicious, her lips parted, and staring at this beauty brought warmth into his heart.

While he didn’t mind her gripping the bedsheets to survive, he craved intimacy. “Put your hands on me. I want to make love to you, doll.”

In a second flat, her hands came up to his shoulders as if she had craved the contact yet waited for his command to allow her the right. Her fingers skimmed over his back, chest, and arms, exploring him. “You feel so good, sir.”

“As do you, love.”

With her touch simmering across his flesh, he thrust his hips forward, pushing himself inside her all the way to the hilt. “Perfect little cunt, Presley—all tight around me and so wet on my cock.”

The naughty words had the desired effect, moistening her further. He lowered his head to steal a kiss, and her soft moan brushed over his lips. His movements were easier now, and he groaned against her mouth at how his cock slipped in and out with ease.

Placing his hand under her bottom, he angled her up and thrust in with sharp, hard pumps. Her tight center clamped around his engorged cock, nearly making him cross-eyed. With each forceful thrust, the sounds coming from her mouth were new. He loved that about Presley, how each new pleasure she discovered brought new responses.

He increased his speed and forced all his strength upon her, and she had no choice but to scream against his commanding thrusts, no other option than to welcome his claim to own her. He gritted his teeth, using the power behind his muscles to pleasure
his
woman.

Her eyes had widened, tears were leaking from the corners, and her mouth was parted as screams ripped from her throat. Her cheeks were flushed deep in color as his pelvis banged against her sexy ass. Then those pretty screams cut off, and the contractions around his cock implored him as her lustful gaze pulled at his release.

He slammed forward and reached into her very center before he slid out slowly, only to thrust back in a hard smack
.
As the tantalizing scent of sex consumed him, he continued to torment her, and she went wild beneath him.