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Sir,” she says, and her breath hisses from between her teeth as I trail the tresses of the flogger up her leg and hip, up her belly and over her breast, around her ribs and the tattoos I find so fascinating. When I’m behind her again, I pull her hair out of the way and over her shoulder, exposing her beautiful back.
    “Pain is part of sex. The satisfying part.”
    I step back, pulling the tresses of the flogger tight. Her eyes are huge in the mirror, but she doesn’t say a word, she doesn’t pull the ribbon that will instantly free her.
    Taking that as consent, I bring the flogger around, and she jerks as it connects with her skin.

Chapter Six – Avery
    Pleasure. Agony. Ecstasy.
    Fear heightens my senses. Lust and passion sharpen it more.
    “Don’t close your eyes or stop looking at yourself in the mirror,” he instructs and brings the flogger around again, the tails striking my flesh, the sting bringing endorphins to the surface to surround me in their bliss.
    What I thought would be degrading … isn’t.
    What I thought I would hate … I don’t.
    This is what Brooke has spoken of so many times. I’m beginning to understand now as I watch myself in the mirror. The red marks on my breasts, the sweat glistening on my skin. My hands holding tight to the ribbons over my head, the only things giving me the strength to keep standing.
    The tails strike me again, and I welcome it this time.
    He was right.
    Each morning when I run, I dread it as I slip into my tennis shoes. The first hundred steps hurt everything, every joint and muscle scream at me to stop. But soon, my body settles into the pace, the rhythm, and begins to crave another step as I slip into the euphoric zone where there’s nothing but me and the wind on my face. No thoughts. No dreams. No memories.
    The same zone is approaching me now as the flogger once again takes possession of my back. Yes. I want to scream the word, but I don’t. Because it’s not only me here. He’s here, and I’m not so high that I don’t forget his presence. I hold tightly to that bit of control. It surprises me that he knows it.
    “Let go, Avery,” he whispers as he drops the flogger to the floor and walks around to face me. His palms cup my cheeks, and he looks at me with unexpected tenderness. “You’re safe here, you can let it all go.”
    My face burns with sudden emotion, and I blink rapidly to hold it back. I’m tempted to pull the ribbon that will release me and climb into this man’s arms. Instead, I surprise myself by saying, “Kiss me. Please.”
    He freezes, and his face tightens, and I know I’ve made a mistake. He’s a Dom for a reason, I realize. Is one of those reasons to avoid true intimacy?
    His face comes closer to mine, and I close my eyes, but his lips brush my temple instead. Then my ear, then his lips trail down my throat to kiss my shoulder, the soft brush of his beard both tickling and soothing as he goes. Opening my eyes again, I watch his back in the mirror as he bends to take a nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around before scraping my sensitive flesh with his teeth. He changes breasts, sucking that nipple deep into his mouth and I swear it must be directly wired to my clit.
    Need explodes through me as he moves lower, his lips trailing leisurely down my abs. When he’s on his knees, he kisses one hip bone, then the other, causing my insides to churn in expectation. As my panties slide down my legs, and I step out of one side then the other, his lips find the heat of me.
    I jerk away, then press forward, needing his tongue and mouth. His hands grasp my ass, his nails digging into my skin. Pain. His teeth scraping my clit. Pleasure. The two feelings war with each other, each attempting to take dominance. Neither winning or losing.
    A sharp crack of sound fills the room as his palm comes down hard on one ass cheek, even as his tongue explores my folds. It’s too much, but not nearly enough. His tongue sinks into me as his palm