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she? Or would she suffer silently? He didn’t want that. He wanted her to ask him to see to her comfort.
    He’d learned to suppress such thoughts, knew they were warning signs. Yet he didn’t this time.
    Instead, he brought his palm down on one firm cheek and she jumped, her hands curling around his bare calf. He liked the touch of her hands, so he didn’t tell her to let go. He could feel the strain of her stomach muscles, and he cupped her pussy between her spread legs, probing the wetness.
    “Why did you come in here already aroused? Was it Jacob?”
    “No, my lord.” She sounded gratifyingly shocked at the idea. “I was thinking…of when you last fed. When you had me serve you on my knees.”
    Now he was surprised. He enjoyed her submission intensely, but he hadn’t thought of her fantasizing about it when she wasn’t with him. She always seemed so focused on their work. He spanked her bottom again, with more force. She made a sound of pleasure, a plea for more. He gave her more, alternating between the cheeks and then hitting at their base, increasing the sensation as they wobbled in reaction. He began to stroke her clit as he eased his fingers into her, feeling the convulsive ripple through her cunt. She was gasping, her body quivering all the more.
    “You’ll serve me on your knees again when I’m done here.”
    “Yes, Master. Please.”
    He returned to spanking her, and the more he did it, the more he wanted to do it. Lifting her as easily as he could lift a vase, he set her down on the floor on her elbows and knees, ass still raised in the air as he commanded. If there was anything more stimulating than seeing his servant in that position, her arms trembling, thighs open enough he could see her flushed and glistening pussy, the small pucker of her anus, the red blush on her buttocks, he didn’t know what it was. He knelt, dug his fingers into her hair, disrupting the neat coil. He massaged her scalp, his thumb passing over the occipital bone and the slender bones in the back of her neck. Then he twisted his fingers in the thick, shining strands, tight enough to pull on the scalp while still holding her head to the floor. That trembling turned into spasmodic quivers. She liked the combination of a Master’s demand, the threat of pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure.
    He started swatting her anew. As he started to put more force behind it, he shifted his hold to her nape, holding her in place. He knew when it started to genuinely hurt, from the choked sound of her cries, the vibrations in her mind, apprehension and desire both. She wanted him to stop but she didn’t want him to stop, needing the pain because it unlocked things buried inside herself. Hurtful things.
    He paused at that. She wasn’t expecting it, such that she wasn’t able to suppress the sound in time. A sob. It was a different sound from a pleasured gasp, more like the sharp catch that came from a sudden knife thrust inside flesh.
    Yes, servants cried at times. He’d seen it happen frequently at vampire dinners, a normal reaction to unlocking the pain-pleasure connection to a submissive’s emotional needs, but Debra didn’t succumb to it that often.
    Her buttocks were flaming red from his punishment. When he bent to kiss one cheek, nuzzling her, her fingers curled into the rug, forehead still down. She was holding back any noise now, crying silent tears, but he felt them as if they were falling inside himself.
    Gripping her shoulders, he brought her up to her heels. She ducked her head, trying to hide her face from him, but he caught her chin in a firm hold, studying the tear tracks. He’d told her she’d be sucking him off after he finished spanking her. Her eyes had lowered, were already focused there. Her breathing was still erratic from her distress, but from arousal, too. He felt her anticipation. She wanted the act fiercely, wanted to immerse herself in the physical pleasure so she wouldn’t feel so…empty.
    He stared at