Servicing the Target (Masters of the Shadowlands #10)(76)

Pulling back, he rose. “Since your punishment isn’t over, you should have a diversion for the next round.” Opening the drawer, he pulled out the toy she loved and hated in equal parts—the vibrating anal plug.

“Nooooo.”

Ignoring her, he lubed it and set the plug at her back entrance. When her rim puckered in refusal, he lightly slapped her sore thigh. “Push back, Jessica.”

She’d never been able to defy him when he used that low, commanding tone. Not ever. Her muscles loosened.

The plug slid into place with a slight plop, and her anus closed around the narrow part before the wide flange. His warm palm pressed against her buttocks. “Your body is mine, Jessica. Is it not?”

His.

And he’d deliberately taken possession of her most private area to reinforce that reality. His gray eyes held hers with the inflexibility of forged iron.

The melting sensation in her belly wasn’t new, but somehow the entire bed seemed to be sinking into the floor. She was his. Forever. “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

“Very good.”

He flicked the switch and rose.

Vibrations started, exciting her * and *, sending sparkling desire all along her nerve endings. Her hips tried to lift again, and she moaned when nothing moved.

As he observed her, his lips curved in a faint smile. “You’re so beautiful.”

When he looked at her with such warmth in his eyes, she felt beautiful. And cherished. Staring up at him, vulnerable and open, she smiled her love back.

“That’s my submissive,” he murmured. He bent and fondled her breasts into aching mounds…and how wonderful was it to have his hands on her again. Gripping her hair with his free hand, he kissed her, long and slow.

When he lifted his head, she was ready for—

“Let’s finish this. Brace yourself, pet.” He picked up the * flogger.

Oh God, no. Her body squirmed as if she could wiggle off the top of the bed—and his lips twitched.

To her dismay, he started at her knees again, delivering stinging hits to the inside of her thighs. The blows weren’t as powerful this time, but oh, she was already sore. The strikes inched up her legs.

She knew he wouldn’t stop when he reached the apex.

Her muscles clenched when the flogger neared her *. Yet, somehow, her clit was throbbing with need. And that stupid anal plug kept vibrating, sending her arousal higher.

The falls hit barely below her * on one side, then the other. Then he flicked the strands upward against her left labia. The sudden nipping shock made her gasp. She struggled to bring her knees together even as he delivered the next blow to the right folds.

Her arms were completely tied, her legs open, there was no way to avoid whatever he wanted to do. His compassionate…unyielding…gaze met hers as she jerked at the restraints.

The flogger struck her folds, avoiding her clit. Again and again, the merciless leather strands flicked her until the entire area burned. The pain was bearable and yet too, too much.

“You’ll discuss problems with me openly. Honestly.” He punctuated the statement with a harder flick, and she fought unsuccessfully to remain still.

“Yes, Master.” Tears filled her eyes from the pain, from the knowledge she’d angered him, from the sheer need to have him hold her.

The next blow came down on her mound—high on the plumpness—as he created a ring of burning flesh.

In the center was her clit.

The exquisitely sensitive nub felt as if it was cringing—yet was engorged with blood, throbbing and anticipating the pain.

Master Z watched her squirm and pull at the restraints. “No, you can’t get free, Jessica. You’ll take what I want to give you.” The rich timbre of his voice stroked over her, another restraint in its own way, making her see and feel exactly how exposed she was. How helpless.

And how much he enjoyed it.

Two more blows hit her mound, ruthlessly, bathing her in liquid heat that was almost pain. Was past pain.

He bent and licked over her clit, sending her, almost, almost into a climax. All the stinging, the vibrations, everything coalesced deep within. Her skin slickened with sweat.

Then he straightened. The flogger impacted against her folds from beneath, her mound from above, and back again. Folds, mound. A pause that seemed interminable as her pulse surged in her ears.

He moved. And the cruel strands struck her clit.

Right. On. Her. Clit.

Pain blasted upward, stealing her air with the shock. Her center clamped down…and fireworks exploded inside her. Her back arched as pleasure ricocheted through every nerve in her core before reverberating outward in waves of sheer sensation. Her insides contracted and spasmed, tightening around the vibrating plug in her ass and increasing in intensity. Oh, oh, oh.

“Look at me, Jessica.”

She managed to open her eyes.

His dark eyes held hers as his callused, powerful hand covered her *, holding in the burn and the pleasure…sending her over again. “This * is mine, pet. Do you think you can remember that?”

She barely heard him through the roar of her pulse. Gasping for air, she could only nod.

“Very good.” He opened his trousers, set a knee on the bed, set his cock at her entrance, and pressed past her slick, swollen tissues. With her ass already occupied, the shaft penetrating her * seemed impossibly huge as he took her. Steadily. Inescapably.