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planted quick kisses all over her cheeks, her chin. Then he moved down to her exposed neck, kissing and licking away the salt of her sweat. She moaned as he drove into her, rotating his hips as he did so, frictioning her clit even more.
    “Oh fuck. Harder, harder!”
    This was what she was waiting for, to feel the unrestrained male animal, the primitive drive to conquer, to possess his woman. She grunted as he drove into her even harder, the smack of their flesh as loud as the spankings he was so fond of giving her.
    You’ve got to tell him, before it gets too far.
    The sensation spiraled higher and higher, the exquisite rightness of his cock deeply penetrating her, finding the core of her, claiming her for himself. All for him.
    His fingers pinched her aching nipple savagely, and she yelled at the hurt, clenched down upon his rutting cock even harder. “You like this. All of this Lacey.” He grunted as he lunged back and forth within the clutch of her sex. “You play the innocent, but I know better. I can feel it. You love it.”
    His face hovered just above hers, and she felt lost in his dark, brilliant eyes as he took her. She was his, forever, in all ways. His jaw clenched and his eyes shut. “Close!”
    He drove as deeply as a man could, and stayed there, grinding against her. So deep! She felt the spiraling take off and she tensed, the sensation too much. It overtook her, all sound and color, touch and smell crashing together in an incredible white storm of pleasure.
    With a guttural groan, his hips spasmed against hers, bucking once, twice, a third time. She felt his seed flood her pussy, bathing her in his essence, staking his claim to her once more. She cried out his name repeatedly as he came. Her husband, her man — her Master. She’d never thought of him as a Master before, but as he plumbed the depths of her pussy, her overwhelming lust melding with, enhanced by, the pain of her punishment, she knew that that was what he’d become. He would control her, direct her — own her.
    His.
    She smiled as Troy’s spasms subsided, his heavy, male body crushing her into the mattress. She pressed soft kisses to the hard muscled contours of his shoulders, the base of his neck. They were both drenched in sweat, the fan doing nothing to quench the fires of their lust for one another.
    She wriggled slightly beneath him and he raised his head. “Can’t breathe?”
    “Arms.”
    He rolled off of her, pulling her over with him. He had her arms released within seconds, his hard hands massaging the abraded flesh, as she flexed her fingers. She could feel a slight tingling in their tips, but otherwise they seemed fine.
    Lacey hugged herself close to his warmth, curling her legs upon his lap. He held her for a moment, his chin stroking against the top of her head. She squirmed on his lap, her ass feeling tight, swollen.
    Troy turned her so her back was to him, and she looked back at him wondering what he was doing. It was time for her favorite — what came after her punishment. His gentle touch, the soft words spoken against her skin. It was the perfect end for her Maintenance Nights. His loving attention was his signal to her that she’d been forgiven, her sins washed away.
    But he wasn’t doing any of that this time. He pinned her wrists behind her in an iron grip, moving her off the bed, the wet length of his semi-erect cock sticky against her throbbing, striped bottom.
    “Troy — wait. What are you—?”
    “Be still,” he said, his hand raising her chin. “I want you in the corner.”
    Lacey sighed. She could do this. Yes, it was horridly boring. Yes, the idea of her bright red bottom peeking back at him from the darkened corner held its own unique form of embarrassment. But it could be worse — a lot worse. Maybe he just wanted to admire his handiwork?
    He guided her to the dreaded corner, making sure her toes were as close to the floorboards as she could manage.
    “Closer. Put those tits against the