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During this, the flogger tickled over my back and bottom, impossibly delicate against the fierceness of what was happening. My hands moved to brace on his thighs, but I didn't move to pull away. It was uncommonly barbaric, but at the same time, a part of me that was buried deep reveled in it, liked the viciousness, enjoyed being used for his pleasure. My back lost the flogger entirely for a long second before I felt it slap down across one of my ass cheeks, a quick, widespread smarting sensation that was half-pain and half-pleasure, making me let out a weird moan around his cock. Spurred by my reaction, he landed a matching blow to my other ass cheek. There was a pause before the blows became hard, frequent. They landed slightly different each time, not letting any one spot bear the brunt and hurt the flesh enough to blister.

"Okay, babe," he said, his voice soft again as he stopped thrusting wildly into my throat. "Breathe," he commanded and I took the first deep breath I had been able to since before I got his cock. I coughed hard a couple times, my throat sore from the invasion, and I noticed the stinging in my ass for the first time. His hand moved out and snagged my chin, lifting my face to look at him. His fingers moved out to rub the tears from my cheeks. "Fucking amazing," he praised and the pride bloomed across my chest. "Now are you going to be a good girl and get on all fours for me?" he asked, dropping my chin and I immediately moved to comply, ass facing him as I knew he intended. "Pink already," he observed, hands rubbing over my bottom almost lovingly, admiring his handiwork. "Care to see if we can turn that pink red?" he asked, but before I could agree or not, the flogger landed hard, sideways. Before I could even relax my back from where it had arched with the blow, it landed again, harder each time, making me whimper, moan, beg. But I wasn't sure if I was begging for him to stop or keep going.

The flogging stopped as suddenly as it started and I felt him move in behind me. His hands went to grab the flogger at each end of the pole, pressing the hard length of it around my throat and pushing it there hard enough to make my air supply get cut by half. Then and only then, he slammed inside me. He fucked me as hard as he fucked my mouth, each trust violent, each curse savage. The pole dug into my throat as my ass tipped up for him, begging for more, pleading for the release that felt tightly coiled.

Then the pole pressed in harder, completely cutting off all my air, making my head start to feel light and my face tingly. His cock continued slamming, raking over my G-spot. And just like that, no way to scream or gasp for air, I had an orgasm that made my legs and arms go liquid, made me lose control of every inch of my body as it shook and bucked. His hands dropped the flogger and grabbed me, hauling me against his chest as he kept thrusting through the already impossibly intense orgasm, dragging it out as I finally found my voice and cried out his name over and over. He buried to the root, jerked in hard, and filled me with his come as he growled out my name, his arms so tight around me that it was almost painful.

"Fucking Christ," he said a minute later, sounding breathless, still holding me too-tight but it never occurred to me to complain. "You alright?" he asked a little tentatively. "I could feel how hard you came, squeezing my cock like a vice. Hey," he said as my body just kept shuddering through the aftershocks, making my own body feel foreign and out of control to me. "Okay," he said, even more softly as he slid out of me and I could already feel his come sliding down my thigh as he reached out and slung an arm under my shoulders and knees, pulling me to his chest and taking his feet, walking me over toward the bathroom where he sat me down on the small cutout bench in the shower. He turned from me, turning the water on, testing the temperature for a long minute before moving out of the way and reaching for me.

"I'm okay," I insisted, the shudders becoming less intense trembles as he pulled my chest to his.

"I know you are," he agreed, moving me under the spray. "That was just intense. Maybe too much at once," he allowed, shrugging a little because what was done couldn't be undone and he wasn't the kind of man to regret things.


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