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stung as if seared.
    Her pussy had never hurt worse. Other dominants had beaten her cunt, but not like Master Nathaniel had. He’d only landed one stroke between her legs, but it had been masterful. Her clit had blazed. And then when he’d sucked her, it was as if the fury doubled.
    She was still trembling from the force of her orgasm.
    This man, this dom, unsettled her.
    “On your knees, sub.”
    Her body ached from being stretched across the desk and from where its edge had bitten into her hip bones. She felt bruised from the way Master Nathaniel had gripped her and from the way she’d slammed against the desk from the force of his mouth.
    “Alani, you’re trying my patience.”
    Even though his words were those of a dom, his tone was gentle, with none of his previous urgency.
    Slowly she moved, releasing her grip. She tried to stand, and she lost her balance, stumbling.
    He was there immediately, helping her, supporting her.
    He turned her to face him. She gave in to the unusual temptation to snuggle into his chest.
    That part of BDSM had always eluded her. Most subs she talked to relished aftercare. She’d never wanted to be comforted by a dom. She sometimes allowed a dom to hold her, if that’s what the dom wanted, but it was never something she sought. Generally, she’d rather get onto the next scene. There was more fun in that.
    But honestly, she’d never had an experience like this one.
    She’d endured worse pain.
    She’d had screaming orgasms.
    But no one had exploited her emotional reactions like Master Nathaniel. He’d been deliberate in his use of pain. He’d been an ass and dragged her back from the edge of subspace. He’d made sure she was fully conscious during the scene. The blaze of the orgasm had shocked her and, combining that with his refusal to fuck her, left her off balance. She’d never had a man refuse sex when she offered. Was it something about her?
    She started to pull away, but he tightened his muscular arms around her. She rested her head against his chest and heard the steady thud of his heart. He stroked her hair, and she let him.
    Alani wasn’t sure how long he held her, but her body started to cool as perspiration dried.
    She relaxed, surrendering to his care. She wondered what it might be like to have this all the time, incredible punishment followed by gentle care. She could get used to this, and that frightened her a bit.
    She eased back a little.
    This time, he released her. But instead of letting her flee, he repeated his previous order, “Please kneel.”
    As if either of them believed his words were a request.
    She knelt; her body felt a bit wobbly. The act reignited the burn where he’d hit her on the backs of the legs. No one had ever struck her there, and kukae, his belt had hurt. The man wielded his punishment tool well. He’d returned to the same sensitive spot several times, and she knew the pain would linger for a couple of days.
    “Shoulders back so your chest sticks out. I want your knees as far apart as possible.”
    She did as he instructed. Her hips felt strained, so she moved back slightly.
    “This isn’t about your comfort,” he said. “This is about what I want. Get back where you were.”
    He was relentless. From a punishment to holding her to dominant again, he left her reeling.
    “Put your hands behind your back.”
    She did, realizing it left her exposed and a bit precariously balanced.
    “Tell me about your experience,” he said.
    She looked up at him. He stood a couple of feet away, his powerful legs spread. She could tell, even though his pants were fairly loose, that his cock was hard. So why hadn’t he screwed her?
    He folded his arms across his chest. His shirtsleeves were rolled up to his elbows. If he had an eye patch, he’d look like a pirate. “It was a punishment, Sir. And it was effective.”
    “Effective, how?”
    “I will carry your stripes as a reminder to engage more with the club’s clients. I need to remember it’s