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I am. I am so ashamed. Now do it some more.

“You’re lucky I’m here to teach you right and wrong.”

Yes. Teach me! Teach me teach me teach me wrong!

Another whine, and the spankfest began in earnest. At least six spanks at a time, focused mainly on her wiggling bottom, with random spot-strikes in between. Then he’d stop to check her pussy and rub her come all over her backside while pressing his cock down on her skin.

“You’re bright red, Ivy,” he said this time, voice strained with arousal. “Covered in welts. As you should be.”

Reduced to a quivering, molten mess, she wiggled and whined, hoping he’d hit her again. Her arms were numb, her skin was on fire, but sheneededmore.

More. More. Again. Please.

“One holiday with me and your voice is gone, your back’s bruised, your holes are swollen... and all you want,” he said, moving behind her to push his gloved thumb into her asshole and middle finger into her pussy, left hand on her lower back, “is more.”

Yes. Yes, more.

“I wonder. What will your husband think when he sees you?”

Her eyes fell shut. It was a low blow... but it kind of made her nipples hard.

“He wouldn’t dream of it, would he? Even with all the evidence laid out before him. He couldn’t imagine you strung to my bed, bouncing on my fingers, begging to be disciplined. Dominated. Humiliated. He thinks better of you.”

I used to think better of me, too.

He freed her just enough to grab her by the neck and bring her body to his. “Who would expect such a smart, modern girl to crave pain over pleasure? That you’d be so easily lured into the shadows by the likes of me?”

Easily?,she thought, undulating against him.How dare you. Keep talking.

Pulling down her gag, he dislodged his fingers and stuffed them into her mouth. “Taste that? That’s your shame. Now, suck it all off.”

Without hesitation, she followed his orders, licking and gasping and sucking her shame like a good little sex slave.

He turned her mouth to his and kissed her. Their teeth collided.

His hot, tremulous breath on her face, he cast off the glove, raised her hips and thrust into her, swift and deep.

“Ohfuck,” she breathed when he filled her.

Touching her everywhere, he kissed an amorous line down her neck. “Oh, you’re so wet,ma tigresse… Gonna make you wetter.”

He was right about that. How she still had hydration in her body for more secretions, she had no idea, but he was so commanding, so firm, so everything she didn’t know she’d wanted, everything she’d expected of him since she’d met him, that her body somehow found a way. She moaned and writhed, her back against his warm front, taking every deep, stinging stab of his cock, every rough tug on her breasts, every burn from the rope.

Shouting helplessly as their sweat-drenched bodies met with hard, violent slaps, they brought the turbulence indoors, cranking up the cabin pressure to the point that she thought oxygen masks might fall from the ceiling.

“Wait,” she said, amidst the escalating fervor. He decelerated slightly. “Can you... What we did in the... Butter?”

To his credit, Sever only paused for a second. As if that sentence made perfect sense, he pulled out, held her upright and fished out lube from the drawer.

As he quickly oiled up Door Number Two, Ivy almost laughed in her euphoria; another spur of the moment request granted instantly by Sever. He was kind of her own personal sex genie. A personal sex genie who would miraculouslypoofback into his bottle once she ran out of wishes ...she hoped.

Final wish: to experience amazing ass sex one last time. The act wasn’t new to her, but sweet custardy Hades no one did it like Sever. Granted, no one didanything like Sever... but this took the cake, held the cake really close andvibrated.

“Hyeah...” she whispered, an electric charge coursing through her center as she lowered onto his thick tip.

She couldn’t see his rapturous reaction this time, but she could hear it. Poised at her ear, he encouraged her slow dropto the base of his cock with strained puffs of breath, swallowed groans, and lots of possessive touching. All very helpful — but Ivy had trouble with the homestretch until he made this gruff command: “Sit on Daddy’s cock.”

A rogue noise sprang out of her throat as her rectum obeyed, instantly enveloping his full length.

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