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The second, third, and fourth swat were perfectly placed right on top of one another, leaving her skin burning. Yet moisture spread out between her thighs. A haze swe

pt into her mind, making sensation become her only focus.

With each strike, her clit throbbed, making her wetter than before. “Five,” she shouted, tears from both the bite of pain and the emotion coming out in a purge of release. “Six.” Another strike had her desperate to shift in his hold as he landed the hit on the other cheek. “Seven. Eight. Nine.” The burn soared across her. She forgot her shaking. Her mind silenced.

Elliott didn’t request her soul now, he took it.

Ecstasy slid through her from the hard slap of his hand. As the punishing smack sent a loud slap to echo in the room, she screamed, “Ten.”

He angled her head back and turned it slightly to the side. Then he frowned at her. “Never ignore yourself again. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

“Yes, sir.” She ached, throbbed in every place she could for his cock. “I’m sorry for disappointing you.”

“No, Mary”—his fingers gripped her hair tight and he brought his face close to hers—“You are only disappointing yourself.”

Chapter Five

Perplexed by Mary, Elliott untangled his fingers from the soft strands of her hair. He couldn’t make sense out of why a woman so in tune with her submission hid from it for so long. He had plans tonight, plans that he realized he couldn’t proceed with, considering she quaked beneath his touch.

Regarding her on the bed, he suspected part of her reaction was from missing a Dominant’s hand, but the other reason he suspected was due to an emotional response from a submissive not being in her role. Her body and her mind had been clearly struggling for what it needed, and now that she got it, she was unable to process the emotions.

He needed to be careful with her.

Mary was special.

A low cough at the door caught his attention. When he lifted his head, he discovered they had garnered an audience. Mary must have realized it, too, since her trembling only increased. The crowd didn’t surprise him. Mary was a new submissive to the party; everyone was likely curious about her.

He clenched his jaw, sensing that the others watching aroused her by the way she wiggled into him, but he wished they’d go away. Mary was breaking wide open and he didn’t want anyone to witness it.

Odd response, he thought, since he had never much cared before. He liked others watching him. Christ, he got off on it. If he’d known a submissive liked it, too, he never refused a crowd. That in itself meant something.

There was a specialness in his connection with Mary—something he immediately recognized when they first met at Dmitri and Presley’s for dinner—almost as if he’d been with her for a lifetime. She seemed connected to him—her soul unable to lie to him.

So passionate.

So free.

Exactly what he’d been looking for in his life.

He said to the crowd, “You may all stay until I order, then leave and shut the door behind you.”

Everyone’s gaze was locked on Mary. Elliott figured they understood why he made the request. He knew—without a doubt—that Mary was going to suffer an emotional drop after their scene.

One he suspected would leave her in tears.

Elliott had seen it before, yet knowing Mary would experience such a purge of emotions made tension roll through him. He didn’t like her this way, so vulnerable. In fact, he found himself wanting nothing less than to see this edge removed from her tonight.

Once he received nods of understanding from the crowd, he kept his hand on Mary’s bottom, showing her he was there with her. That she wasn’t alone, and that he wouldn’t leave her. No matter that he had wanted to play more and draw out this scene for as long as he could to simply enjoy this electric spark between them, as a Dom, with years of experience, he knew better.

Pushing her tonight would leave a devastating mark. She couldn’t maintain the level of shaking, and he wouldn’t make her suffer through these emotions. Mary needed to shed the edge, and more so, she needed to be held by a Dominant.

Then they needed to talk before they went further.

He slid his hand behind her, slipping it between her thighs and discovering her wet and ready. Not wanting to draw this out, he pushed two fingers inside her and moved them in and out gently. Her moans immediately washed over him.

As he pumped his fingers in and out of her soaked cunt, Mary moaned with each stroke. He moved in a steady rhythm, then noticed by the angle of her head, she was staring at their audience. Elliott wondered if she could even see them or if she was blinded by emotion. The trembling and heat of her body almost seemed fevered with passion.

Her inner muscles clenched around his fingers and he called out to their audience, “Leave.” He paid no attention to the noises moving outside of the room. He stayed focused on the beautiful body calling to him to give release. To take what she offered and return the gift with gratitude.


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