of her climax—the way her body tensed and vibrated told him she had reached her orgasm. Confirming his suspicions, Marley gasped, “Sir, I need to come, Sir."
Time for another lesson. He might have brought her to this state, but it didn't mean he'd grant her request. He pushed the switch off. “No, you're not allowed."
Marley cried out.
Desperation sounded all too sweet. He raised the flogger, came at her with a steady stream, and her yelps filled the space around him. She had the ability to pull her safe word and stop this, but he hoped she didn't. He wanted to show her how to push herself, fight against the pain, to understand that withholding her climax would make her release even stronger once she'd been granted it.
Through the hits, Marley cringed, roared out against his rough advances, yet never faltered in her stance. Pride filled him. She took each hit and breathed deep against it.
"I love this technique you're using.” Reed admired how naturally submissive she had been. Most needed to learn the skill, and Marley did it without instruction.
Reed waited for her pain to be more evident as her ass grew redder and looked sore from his hits, before he pressed the vibrator back on to full speed. In one second, Marley gasped a cry and shook all over. “Sir, may I come, Sir?"
He grinned, not at all shocked by her response. She enjoyed being hit. It seemed to fuel her arousal, and it hadn't hindered the build of her climax. He suspected the intensity of the orgasm would be unlike anything she'd experienced before. “As long as you come like I have asked, then yes, you may."
Marley inhaled sharply. Reed used all his strength to deliver one slap exceeding her limits. As expected, she roared, lost her position, and stepped forward while she shuddered.
Reed turned the vibrator off in the same second. “You broke position again.” He grabbed on to Marley's arm and forced her back into the right position. “I'm growing tired of having to remind you."
"Sorry, Sir.” She panted, arching her back as he'd told her to before, but she shook with the lingering effects of her orgasm. “I'm sorry. I don't want to upset you, Sir."
He moved around to face her, found Marley's cheeks burning red with exertion, and her lovely green eyes were black with dilated pupils. He cupped her face and squeezed tightly. “Don't do it again and you won't."
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Chapter Four
Marley had trouble gathering herself—not only had she received the most impressive orgasm of her life, but she'd had two. Reed had left her standing once he issued his demand to not fail him again as he approached the tray, and she wouldn't dare move.
No man had ever made her come like he had. She'd never felt such intensity, and she certainly never found herself wanting to beg for more. He turned back to her, staring with those captivating eyes of his that declared she didn't need to beg and he planned to give her more.
He stepped in behind her and rubbed lotion over her sore ass, repeating it on the other cheek. “I've enjoyed watching you, but I think I'll enjoy you more if you're spread wide."
The coolness of the cream eased the ache from the flogger, and his words melted over her in a similar manner to the cream, causing a burn to simmer between her legs. He removed the ropes binding her, and Reed snatched up her wrists, rubbing them a while, which eased the pressure from the restraints.
Marley sighed at his touch, not only soothing, but a thoughtful move she appreciated. As the throbbing lessened, he dropped his hands but stayed behind her. “Go and lie down on the box."
She approached the black box in the middle of the room and rubbed her wrists a little in hopes the circulation would return. She hadn't realized she'd strained against the bindings, but the dig marks along her skin proved that she did. At the box, she lay down so her shoulders rested on the edge and her head dangled over the side, while her back was supported