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“They’re going to hurt even more when I take them off, pet.” He was looking forward to it. As well as taking the tiny buds in his mouth to lick and soothe them.

The clamps he’d chosen were tight enough he didn’t worry about them falling off but not so tight she couldn’t wear them through the flogging. Since she was facing the cross, there were certain movements that would rub her against the wood if she wasn’t careful, adding to the sting.

Kneeling beside her, he tapped the inside of her ankles.

“Legs apart.”

He didn’t need them very far apart, but he put them a little more than shoulder-width, using the ankle restraints to keep them there. She’d said she wanted to try real bondage. Now she was completely immobilized and at his mercy.

“Are you ready?” he asked, looking up. This vantage point gave him an even better look at the little jewel winking from her bottom.

She took a deep breath.

“No? But yes. I’m just nervous.”

Chuckling, Lincoln got to his feet and swept her hair over her shoulder to hang down her front, exposing her upper back completely.

“It’s good to be honest.” He leaned in against her so she could feel the weight and heat of his body against her back, sliding his hand between her and the cross, down her stomach, and curving his fingers over her mound to press against the soft, wet lips of her pussy.

Ashley’s head fell back as she moaned, rocking her hips forward to meet his touch, eyelashes fluttering as he gave her a little stroke right over her swollen clit.

“I’m going to hurt you, pet, but I’m going to make you feel so good, too.”

“Yes, please,” she whispered, rocking against his hand. The sound she made as he moved away, leaving her bound to the cross with a dripping wet pussy, was music to his ears.

Grinning, he lifted his wet fingers to his mouth, cleaning them of her juices while he walked back to get the flogger. Part of a good scene was the anticipation, so he took his time, knowing she wouldn’t be able to see much because of the way she was bound. Even though she was trying to turn her head, he was basically right behind her, out of her view.

The flogger he chose was medium weight, with nice thick strands of soft leather, and no knots. A good starter flogger for her first time.

Walking back to her, he stayed directly behind her as he moved, so she could hear him coming but not see him. Coming up close, he placed his hand on her shoulder and felt her shuddering breath as she inhaled.

“Ready, pet?”

“Stop asking me and just do it! Sir!” The words burst out of her.

He bit back a laugh. She really was a sassy little thing, and he enjoyed her bluntness.

Still, they were in a scene.

Shifting the flogger to his left hand, he spanked each of her ass cheeks, hard and fast, one after the other, making her shriek and rock forward—which made her shriek again as metal knocked against wood. Her nipples clamps had just run into the cross.

She probably wouldn’t be complaining again that the clamps didn’t hurt.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” she chanted, panting for breath as she got herself situated again, holding her chest slightly away from the cross. As much as she could with the way her wrists were bound to it, at least.

“I don’t mind the sass, pet, but keep your tone respectful,” he said with a chuckle, giving her ass another tap, albeit a much gentler one.

“Yes, Sir. If you could please stop asking me if I’m ready and just hurry up and do it, Sir, it would be much appreciated.” She turned her head to meet his eyes, a little smile playing on her lips. “The anticipation is killing me.”

Fuck, he could get addicted to her honesty.

As much as he didn’t want to think about Janet, he couldn’t stop his brain from making the comparison. Even when he and Janet had been in a better place, even when they’d done kink, he hadn’t always been able to trust what she said. It was always malicious, but she’d used kink to get what she wanted from him.

With Ashley, she was pure need. She wanted him and the pleasure he could give her. She was open about it and completely sincere.

It was a bigger turn-on than anything else they’d done.

Lincoln was going to give herexactlywhat she was asking for, and he was going to thoroughly enjoy it. Then he was going to ask her if she wanted to do it again and again and again…

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