She took a small step forward and wrapped her arms around the pole, pressing tight against the wood. Her hands slid up the wood slowly, and Aidan’s groin heated as she took her time, feeling the hard texture against her skin.

He squeezed the fleshy part on her bottom and she squirmed, her breath hitching when he slapped her cheek twice. “Better.”

“Thank you, sir,” she rasped.

With a final squeeze of her fine ass, he turned to the tray and grabbed the two black ropes. Tonight, he’d remove the distance between them, and he wouldn’t share her with anyone. A burn filled his chest as he returned to her back. He needed to have her close. He needed for her to be okay.

Tonight, he’d make sure she was, and not stop until nothing lay between them. And he hoped Porter watched just how deep she was under his command. He regarded her harsh breaths and the roll of her hips as he formed a cuff with the soft hemp rope. Her hair hung loosely along her back, inviting him to thrust his fingers in its strands and pin her exactly where he wanted.

Moving to her side, he took her hand off the pole and she stiffened. Her heated gaze cut to him as he wrapped the rope cuffs around her wrists and yanked it tight. While he secured her to a metal loop at the top of the pole, Cora bounced lightly on her bare toes.

Once he finished binding the second wrist, his harsh breathing matched hers. Cora’s eyes shone, and her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip. He chuckled. “You’re impatient tonight, luv?” He pressed against her and whispered in her ear, “So am I.”

“I need you, sir.”

Her low whisper washed across him as the four words skipped his heart. His brow furrowed as he ran a hand down the side of her body, unable to look away from the flush of her cheeks. His knees loosened and weakened under the parting of her lips. And as he lifted his gaze to her firm eye contact, the side of his mouth curved. “Of course you do.”

When he stepped back to admire her, his groin grew heavy. Under his restraints, she trembled. A low rumble rose from his chest under the lines of her body, curves that called for him to claim pleasure. He lowered his chin, bringing his eyes in direct line with hers. “We understand each other that when I put you in place, you stay there. Those feet do not move, Cora.”

“Yes, sir.”

Satisfied by her position and acceptance of the restraints, he moved in beside the pole and gazed into her dark eyes. “I want silence, Cora.” Silence to play as I like. Silence to embrace our connection. Silence to remind you that I care. “Moaning or screaming is permitted. Understand?”

She leaned her head against her arms; her voice lowered to a soft whisper. “I understand, sir.”

“Very good.” He removed the distance between them and he stole a kiss out of her mouth. Her mouth wasn’t firm and struggling but gentle and willing. His pulse raced under each stroke of her tongue and every slide of his lips.

She moaned, and he greedily consumed each one. As his muscles quivered to forget the scene altogether and take her to a bed to make love to her all night long, he broke the kiss. With his heart banging in his chest, he slid his finge

r over her bottom lip.

Transfixed by her, he grunted against the desire to go in for more kisses. Give her more. With her gaze glossing over, he pressed a light peck onto her soft lips, and then he dropped his hand.

The scent of cinnamon that belonged only to Cora followed him to the tray off to the side. He grabbed the black elk flogger and settled in behind her. With her naked, unmarked skin as his playground, he raised his arm.

Before the leather tails connected, her bottom tightened. The moment the thud echoed around him she softened. Her gasp slid over him as he smoothed his hand over the spot he’d smacked.

Keeping a keen eye on her, he put physical distance between them. Then, with a steady stream, he sent the leather tails onto her bottom. The rhythm of the hard rock music from the speakers set his steady pace. Losing himself in the dance with her, he moved and swayed with each whack.

Done well, a flogging to a submissive equaled the sensation of a massage. Where touching a clit brought pleasure, the fast smack of a flogger brought warmth and release. That delivered a submissive into sensory overload.

Between the whacks, he smoothed his hand over the redness developing on her flesh, and he heard low voices from the crowd behind him. His focus remained on a submissive so beautiful he relished showing her off.

With each flick of the flogger, he bounced on the balls of his feet, and the loud thud carried deep into his soul. Each hit delivered deepened the color of her skin and increased her moans. His mouth moistened under the normal creamy shade of her flesh, but his cock ached at her dark red bottom.

He flicked the flogger in greater speed and force, and her moans didn’t indicate pain. Even if he suspected her skin was sensitive and tender, she offered feminine, aroused sounds that morphed together in a delectable hum. Lowering the flogger, he brushed his fingers across her heated bottom, and his cock jerked under her flawlessness—she wasn’t too thin and too athletic—she was fucking perfect.

With a final hard whack on her ass, he pressed his throbbing cock against her thigh. Her soft moan and squirm against him had him rubbing against her, too. Tonight, though, wasn’t about his needs, something he continually needed to tell himself. It was all about her and, more so, centered on their connection.

She couldn’t forget what they shared.

He wouldn’t allow their connection to fade.

With a burn that scorched him inside and out, he craved to reach for the contact that had bound them together. He gave a final rub of his cock against her leg. The action pulled a low grunt from his chest, and then he moved to the tray.

He needed more, not only for her but for himself. He’d take nothing less than to have her explode under his touch. His soul demanded it. At the tray, he grabbed the red-and-black bull-hide flogger, and swirled both floggers in his hands.

Adrenaline flowed through him and the weight of the floggers straightened his back. The first flogger gave a hard thumping sensation, while the new flogger offered a sting; the perfect combinations to send Cora into the highest forms of pleasure. To prove only he made her go wild under his mastery.

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