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when I called for him again, I heard the buzz of an intercom. “I’ll be there in a second. Didn’t we just discuss your impatience?”
    Fine, then, I thought, trying hard not to think about Stephen King’s book Gerald’s Game .
    When Black returned, he put a straw to my lips. I sucked at it, ice water flooding my mouth.
    “Thank you,” I said once I’d swallowed.
    “You’re welcome.” He set the drink aside. “Now that you’ve had some pleasure, it’s time to test your pain limits.”
    A shudder of anticipation passed through me.

Chapter Four
     
    “We’ll start slowly.” Black ran his hand over my ass. “If at any point you can’t take the amount of pain you’re in, use the safe word. Screaming ‘stop’ won’t help, remember that.”
    My nipples tightened into small buds, my cunt pulsed with anticipation. What was he going to do to me? Would I be able to take it? My body buzzed with arousal as I repeated the agreed-upon safe words, “Scarlet, slow, midnight, stop.”
    “That’s right.”
    He clipped a clamp to each of my nipples then one to my clit that was attached to my nipples by a silver chain. I steadied my breathing, the sensation at first too much to bear, but as the pain intensified, my nipples and clit swelled, pulsing with need and pushing the pain farther back into my psyche.
    A cool drizzle of what I could only assume was lubricant dripped down the cleft of my ass. Without warning, I was filled, my anus straining to accommodate a butt plug. Gasping at the sting and burn, I panted. I would not give in so easily, though I’d never before had my ass invaded so completely.
    “Are you ready for more?” he asked.
    Though I wasn’t sure, I nodded. I could take whatever he gave me. I had to if I was going to earn his respect…his affection.
    Black massaged my labia with more lubricant then slowly pushed a dildo into my pussy. I cried out, feeling as though I’d been cleaved in two. My arms shook, my legs too. But I could take it. I had to take it.
    “How do you feel?” he asked.
    “It hurts.”
    “Do you want more pain?”
    Oh yes. I definitely did. The heat from my ass and my cunt radiated throughout my body. I wanted to be his rag doll. His plaything.
    “Yes. Give me more,” I moaned.
    A slap from a lash exploded across my ass. He whipped me, over and over, the excruciating sting sending me skyrocketing toward some level of submission I’d only dreamed of.
    “Yes,” I cried, my excitement spurring on the lashing. He beat me again and again, my body absorbing every blow.
    “Tell me how you feel,” he commanded.
    “It hurts so much, but I love it, I want to take it. Keep whipping me.”’
    Each flog opened a new level of pain, a new level of ecstasy. Then, suddenly, the clamp on my clitoris sent a shock of vibration through my core. Oh God, it felt so good. I prayed he wouldn’t stop.
    “My cunt—” I groaned, my inner walls clenching around the dildo. Too big, too much, too painful. Wonderfully painful.
    Slap!
    “Tell me how you feel.”
    “It hurts, oh God, yes, it hurts.”
    Slap!
    The agony and the pleasure burst through me. I needed to come and I would come soon, but only if my master willed it.
    “What do you want?” he rasped.
    “I want you to fill me, fuck me, punish me. Oh yes, I am yours, Black,” I moaned.
    With the next sting of the lash, tremors shook me. I called out, unable to stop the powerful orgasm racking my body.
    “No, no, no,” I murmured. I knew I shouldn’t be coming, but I couldn’t stop it. The climax rocked me to the bone. I came, my pussy contracting with such force that it pushed the dildo out of me. Still, my cunt quivered, constricting, my juices dripping down my thighs.
    And then the whipping and the clitoral stimulation stopped. Still, my body pulsed, aftershocks racking me. I shouldn’t have come, he hadn’t allowed it, and yet I had.
    “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” I heard the cluck of his tongue, his disapproval.
    “I’m sorry,” I