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you.”
    “Who is in charge, pet?” Roarke asked.
    “You are, Sir.”
    “And so I say when you get more, don’t I?”
    “Yes,” Sam cried out as Roarke pulled his finger free and trailed his hand down to squeeze Sam’s cock. Sam had to fight for control, to keep still, to not spill his seed. “Yes, Sir, you’re in charge.”
    “So I say when you get this plug. Just like I say if when you get to come, don’t I, pet?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “And there is no coming for you yet, my love. However, I will take pity on you and give you this anal plug which you so seem to want.”
    Roarke moved away and Sam bit back his instinctive denial. As his Dom, Roarke would decide what to give him and sometimes it wasn’t always what Sam wanted.
    Damn him.
    “Deep breath.” Sam took air into his lungs. “Now let it out slowly and relax. No clenching.”
    As he allowed the air to escape, Sam focused on relaxing his muscles, knowing the anal plug would enter more easily. It wasn’t the biggest plug he’d ever taken, but it had been a while.
    The plug stretched and burned, making Sam stiffen.
    “Relax, pet,” Roarke gentled him, rubbing his back and Sam unclenched his butt cheeks, allowing Roarke to seat the plug fully inside him.
    “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Roarke said cheerfully.
    Easy for him to say , he wasn’t the one with a bit of rubber in his ass. Sam wisely kept his thoughts to himself.
    “Hands in front, pet. No reaching back or moving.”
    Sam raised his hands over his head, holding tightly to the end of the bench as he heard the swish of the flogger. Then it landed, a light caress of heat. Roarke bathed his upper back with soft caresses of the flogger that increased in intensity until his skin burned. Then Roarke moved on to his buttocks and upper thighs, avoiding his lower back.
    Sam drifted as the burn overcame him, the flogger feeling like a lover’s caress as the world around him went white around the edges. He floated, content, safe. The burning morphed into an embrace, making him feel secure.
    How long he stayed like that, he didn’t know, but as he drifted down, he felt Roarke running his hands over his skin, the flogger forgotten as Roarke murmured to him gently.
    “There you are,” Roarke said.
    “Hello, Sir,” Sam said dreamily.
    Roarke smiled down at him, having moved to his side. “All right?” he asked, some concern in his eyes.
    “Never better,” Sam replied, smiling back.
    “Good boy. Think you can move back slightly for me?”
    Sam nodded and adjusted himself so his lower stomach hung off the end of the bench. Roarke leaned down and kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his lips. He pressed his tongue inside Sam’s mouth, dominating, raising Sam’s blood pressure until the need to move became almost impossible to resist. As if sensing his dwindling control, Roarke cupped the back of Sam’s neck, holding him still.
    As Roarke pulled back, Sam whimpered, wanting more.
    “Shh,” Roarke soothed, running his hand over Sam’s back. Roarke moved to stand at the bottom of the table, out of Sam’s sight. His hands ran over Sam’s warm skin, making him gasp and shiver.
    Reaching beneath Sam’s legs, Roarke clasped his shaft and pumped firmly. Sam’s balls rose, the need to come burning him alive.
    “Sir, please,” Sam groaned as the need became too much, overcoming all his senses. He knew he couldn’t come without Roarke’s permission. His balls tightened to the point of pain as Roarke continued to tease.
    “Please, what?” Roarke asked.
    “Please let me come. I need to so badly.”
    “Who is in charge of this body?”
    “You are, Sir, you are,” Sam cried out. Roarke clasped the base of the plug in his butt, twisting it, lighting the nerve endings in Sam’s ass.
    “Very good, pet. That I am. Roll over. I want to watch you.”
    Roarke steadied him as he moved onto his back. His back and buttocks complained slightly as he lay on them, but that only seemed to add to