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cat-o’-nine-tails, dangling it over her breasts, swishing the leather knots over the clamps on her nipples, causing extra sparks of pain with each movement.
    Her arousal was evident, her inner thighs becoming slippery with desire.
    Trevor rolled her onto her stomach, pressing the clamps even harder against her nipples, and with a quick tug of her arms, maneuvered her so that her head was off the bed, facing the floor, unsupported. She let her head fall to the side, reveling in the exposure of her back and ass to a hot Dom with a whip.
    “We’re going to spend some time with my cat now. I hope you’re a back-sleeper and that our evening keeps you up all night thinking about me.”
    “Do your worst, I’m not going anywhere.” She was indeed a back-sleeper, but even if she wasn’t, she wouldn’t stop thinking about Trevor anytime soon. She’d gotten lucky, but why? Why her?
    The sting of the cat on her bare skin lit her nerves on fire, nine strokes of flame in one tantalizing flip of Trevor’s wrist. She could tell he was holding back, and she wriggled her hips, hoping to goad him into whipping her ass.
    “Do you like this?” he asked.
    “Yes, sir. I love it.”
    Whoosh. The cat came down across her bottom, harder this time, as if he put some muscle into it. God knows he had plenty of that.
    “If you love the cat then what are you afraid of?” he muttered, almost to himself.
    She wouldn’t answer. Instead, she wiggled her hips again, and he rewarded her with another strike to her upper back. It felt like a very sting-y sort of a massage, a massage that lit up her skin as well as her muscles.
    With that, he rolled her onto her back, the duvet pressing against her skin.
    “Time’s up,” he said, and gently tugged the nipple clamps off. As the blood flowed back into her sensitive nerve endings, endorphins flooded her system, making her high with erotic pain. “Breathe, Elisabeth,” he ordered.
    Gregory must have warned him that sometimes she needed reminding, that once she’d held her breath till she passed out, and hadn’t even been trying to.
    “You like pain,” he said, spreading her nether lips so her clit was exposed, swollen from her excitement, even though he had barely touched it. Trevor slapped her clit, and she moaned in ecstasy. “It’s pleasure you’re afraid of, isn’t it. That’s why you picked the vibrator.”
    “Oh, please, sir,” she moaned, unsure of what she was begging for. To be let go? To be forced into pleasure? To endure more pain?
    The vibrator whirred to life, and Elisabeth jumped, trying to slam her legs shut and only succeeding in bruising her ankles against the spreader bar.
    Trevor pressed the vibrator’s head against her clit and she gasped. It felt good, too good, and good didn’t match what she wanted to feel. She wanted to go into subspace, to feel pain beyond her imagination, to endure .
    But her body betrayed her as the vibrations tickled her clit, not stopping. Trevor’s face looked different. This must be when he felt most powerful, she realized. When he was pleasuring a woman, even if it was through forced orgasm.
    But it wasn’t force, now was it? She had chosen this life, this evening even. She trusted in Gregory and so she trusted and submitted to Trevor. Gregory was a sadist, and didn’t care if she came or not, which was the way she liked it. Trevor, on the other hand, was more than just a sadist. He was a Dom, that much was clear. He wanted control over all of her, including her pleasure.
    At that thought, Elisabeth came hard, her climax rushing through her, her entire body clenched in spasm before it relaxed.
    “Oh, you fucking asshole,” she whispered, not sure if she meant it or not. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, her legs still pried apart by the spreader bar.
    Trevor didn’t answer, but he got off the bed and took his belt off. Something about a man whipping his belt off got her so hot, and she cursed under her breath since she knew