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breasts again. Making her ache for it, for him.
    “You’ll have to make it up to me, now won’t you?” Caleb’s deep voice rang through the room, and Violet trembled right along with the woman he held bound with both chains and whip.
    “Yes, Master,” the sub said in a soft voice.
    Another flick of the wrist and the whip was back in Caleb’s hands, he paced back, muscles rippling under the black ink of his tattoos.
    Ethan’s fingers slipped under the fabric of her dress, skimming along her skin, leaving a trail of heat. She held her breath. Prayed he’d go lower. He caressed the plump curve of her breasts. His hands dipped lower, the tips of his fingers circled her nipples. She moaned. So good. She forced herself to not arch into his hands. Again and again he looped over the hard peaks with that featherlight touch. “Mmmm,” he murmured. “I think I can make you orgasm like this. I’m barely touching you and already you want to beg. Don’t you, Violet?”
    She shook her head. Why had she made such a big deal about this earlier? Now her pride wouldn’t let her say the words she wanted to voice and he wanted to hear.
    Crack! Fast as lightning, the whip whizzed through the air right at the woman’s chest. The button on her blouse flew off.
    “Oh!” Violet couldn’t stop the exclamation, she squirmed.
    Ethan’s slow, easy torment of her breasts didn’t let up. “Caleb’s an expert with a whip. Probably the best there is. Maybe someday I’ll let him use it,” his tongue flicked the lobe of her ear, “on you.”
    Crack! Another button popped off.
    Ethan simultaneously squeezed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Sensation swept through Violet, a helpless sense of being tossed about in a rolling wave.
    Crack!
    Ethan pinched. Rubbed over the tips. Torture. A pleasure-filled burn. A scream welled in her throat, she bit lip hard enough to draw blood. Her pussy clamped on nothing as she felt warm liquid seep onto her thighs. Oh god. This was embarrassing. An orgasm built like a tidal wave. She hung suspended on the edge of cresting.
    Crack! The girl moaned as another button flew through the air. Ethan pulled her nipples. Violet couldn’t stand it. She jerked under his hands. She was going to die.
    Into her ear, he growled, “I want to hear you.”
    Crack! The blouse hung open now, exposing the sub’s small, bare breasts. Violet couldn’t stand this. It was too much. Too intense.
    “Let go,” he commanded. “You want it, moan for me. Please me, Violet.”
    He released his tight hold and dragged his fingers over the aching buds. Her pussy clenched, throbbed. Oh Jesus, she was going to have an orgasm. She—the woman who had to work for it every time—was going to come without even a stroke on her clit. The need built and spiraled, tightened until she might snap. Once again he pinched her nipples, pulling them up and away from her body. She arched back, her lips brushing over his jaw. She bit down.
    He grunted. “That’s it, let me feel those teeth, sugar.” A small scream ripped from her throat. “Oh god.”
    “There we go, that’s my girl.” He eased up, trailing his hands along the slope of her breasts. He pressed his thighs together and ground his hard cock into her ass, his breath hot and fast in her ear.
    “It’s too soon to come.” He gripped her chin and brought his mouth on hers in a hard, brutal kiss that was over before it even began.
    She lifted her heavy lids to meet his eyes. They blazed with such intensity she shivered. Violet had been on the admiring end of a lot of men’s attention, and never had anyone looked at her like this. He turned her chin so her attention moved back to the stage. “Watch.”

    Ethan had never been in such an exquisite hell. He’d barely even touched her, hadn’t even gotten started, and she was already needy with desire, so hot to come he needed to take a break to keep her from going off.
    Caleb walked forward, a pair of scissors in his