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please me.”
    “Get a bed under your back and I’ll show you,” he growled.
    “Now you’re being a brat again.” She raised her arm, aimed at a tense buttock and swung, not sparing him with the heavy crack she gave him.
    “Shit!”
    She smacked the opposite cheek, not letting him have any time between to prepare. The bench rattled as he fought his restraints. “Sonuvabitch. Fuck. ”
    The last curse word came when she reached between his legs and fondled his balls. They were tight against his groin, hard as stones. Reaching deeper, she gave his shaft a slow up-and-down caress. “Want me to stop?”
    “Not when you’re doin’ that.”
    She rubbed a knee against the inside of one thickly muscled thigh and gave his cock another stroke. “This is what you get after you please me.”
    Gus rocked against the bench, shoving his erection through her hard grip. “Don’t s’pose you plan to let me get off?”
    “Not like this. And not until I say so.” She bent and pressed a kiss against the small of his back. “Shall I continue?” she asked, withdrawing her hand.
    His head dropped, his shoulders hunching. “Yes, Mistress.”
    The graveled quality of his voice did things to her. Aislinn stayed still for a moment, savoring his surrender. Many such moments had occurred when she played with the male subs in this room, but never had she felt this instantaneous flush of warmth prickling her skin or the heady thrill that tightened her core, releasing a scalding gush of fluid that wet her panties.
    Caressing his bottom, she chose another spot and gave him a hard swat, glowing with satisfaction when he grew quiet and relaxed his body, folding it over the bench and releasing his death grip on the handles.
    His surrender was sweet. She gave his ass several more swats, careful to never strike the same place, then struck the backs of his thighs.
    Soft groans began to follow each swat, and she knew he was ready to burst, that if she freed him his legs would be weak but his cock so hard that her warm breath feathering its length would be enough to make him come.
    She set down the paddle and pulled back the fastenings, then came around to his head, tipping it up with finger. “Well done,” she said softly.
    His eyelids floated upward, dreamily. A crooked smile stretched across his face. “Thanks. I might be sittin’ funny for a week.”
    One side of her mouth quirked up. “Think of me every time you wince.”
    He groaned. “Jesus. I’m so damn hard.”
    She rubbed her thumb across his bottom lip. “I promised you something if you were good.”
    His throat worked around a loud swallow. His gaze dropped to her chest.
    She withdrew her finger and slid her palm beneath her breast, lifting it and bending toward him.
    Without awaiting instruction, he pushed up from the bench and opened his mouth, capturing the tip between hard lips. He drew on her, sucking the hardened bead like a straw.
    Her mouth dropped open at the sharp, electric pulse that shot straight to her core. Pressing closer, she thrust her hands into his thick, brown hair and held him.
    His head wagged, pulling her nipple side-to-side. He nibbled it, licking the sensitive tip behind his teeth, then opened up and sucked more of her tender breast into his hot mouth.
    Stunned by the sensations he aroused, Aislinn raked her nails against his scalp and swayed. Her knees might have buckled if she hadn’t been gripping his head so tightly. She pulled his hair, waiting for him to release her, then paused, knowing she would have ended it long before with anyone else. She played in this room. She didn’t fuck her subs.
    Instead, she shifted and offered him the other breast, knowing she’d crossed a line, but unable to wring a single ounce of regret over the loss of her own control.
    No one would have been more stunned than she to discover the depth of pleasure the man lustfully gobbling up her breasts delivered.

Chapter Three
    Gus rooted wildly at Aislinn’s breast,