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I’m going to play with you the way I like to play with submissives. I want to ensure you get off, but this is about what I want, too.”
    “Of course, Sir.” Was that the difference between him and other Doms she’d played with? From the beginning, he wanted it to be a mutually rewarding experience, not about either of them in particular. Some guys seemed all about their own kink. Others seemed so intent on being sure she enjoyed it that things felt mechanical, rote.
    He held her around the waist and pressed his body against hers, forcing her into the fence. Denim scratched her skin, and his cock angled suggestively between her cheeks. He rocked his hips, and she moved with him in a dance as primitive as the universal heartbeat.
    “You’re getting hot for me, Sydney.”
    Her senses were overwhelmed. “Yes, Sir.”
    “I like that.” He moved back a bit to touch her cunt before sliding his fingers over her hot folds, teasing and arousing. He pressed a thumb against her anal whorl. The fact that she couldn’t close her legs made escape impossible. She wriggled, trying to coax him into giving her more.
    Master Michael stroked her clit, making her rise onto her toes as much as the restraints allowed. “Oh, Master Michael…”
    “That’s enough,” he said, pulling away entirely.
    “But—”
    With a sharp smack to her pussy, he cut off her protest.
    The pain heightened her desire. She was lost in a delirium of want, desperate to come.
    “You’re a very sexy woman, Sydney.” He kept his fingers pressed to the small of her back.
    Before she could reply, he spanked her repeatedly, and hard.
    This, this was what she needed.
    He fondled her pussy.
    “I want to come.”
    “Ask.”
    “May I?”
    “Soon.”
    “May I, Sir?”
    “That will more likely get you what you want.”
    But instead of bringing her off, he spanked her again, rapidly, leaving no part of her buttocks unscathed.
    Her fingers were now in a death-grip around the metal, and she needed to hold on so the world wouldn’t spin out of control.
    When she was sure she couldn’t take any more, he gently squeezed her clit.
    She screamed. “I… Please. I want to come.”
    Again, maddeningly, he denied her.
    Sydney rose as high as she could, thrusting her ass towards him, wordlessly asking, seeking, but her efforts only earned her a pinch on her right thigh.
    “Not quite yet,” he told her.
    It had been a long time since she’d been this turned on, and she craved the release she’d find in an orgasm. “I don’t want to wait, Sir.”
    He laughed again softly. “It will be worth it. I promise.”
    She felt pressure deep inside, creating a persistent demand.
    “Ready for more, Sydney?”
    “Yes, yes, yes .”
    He slapped her left buttock, then quickly stroked between her legs. The momentary friction drove her mad. Before she could react, he smacked her right cheek then teased her pussy. On and on he went, relentlessly repeating the pattern, not doing any one thing long enough for her to get off.
    What he did instead was set every nerve ending on fire.
    As the seconds passed, her resistance receded.
    “That’s it,” he said, his modulated, rich voice sounding as if it came from the farthest mountain peak. “Your butt is turning the prettiest shade of pink. Beautiful, beautiful, Sydney.”
    She no longer held the bars as tightly, and she didn’t struggle as hard against the ankle cuffs. She didn’t even wriggle her body in order to press her cunt against his hand when he paused there. Instead, she surrendered.
    The world seemed to spin backwards, and she stopped being concerned that they were out in the open. She no longer noticed her earlier discomfort. In fact, her body felt as if it were weighed down beneath a thousand stinging sensations.
    “Even more?”
    “Oh…” She was already delirious.
    “We can stop now, and I can give you the orgasm you’ve earned. Or we can continue with my belt.”
    Sydney shivered. He’d already taken her