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the whip burn into his skin. The heat seemed to arouse his senses rather than dull them. His erection throbbed in time to the lines on his back, and wounds caused by LeMarchand. He turned, keeping M in line with a tight grip, and used her as a shield. “Don’t you want a chance to master a man, S?” he asked, his voice hoarse and husky. “Or should I say, Mistress S?”  
          Her arm had been cranked back to whip him again, but it shook slightly with his words. She licked her red, red lips, and looked him up and down slowly, devouring him with her eyes. “I see the Master has already been at you,” she said. “I’m just going to finish the job.”  
         “ The ‘Master’, eh?” he said as M struggled in his arms. He jerked her head back further, and she moaned, her breasts sticking straight out. “But he’s not here now, is he? You’re going to kill me… but don’t you want to play with me, first?”  
         “ Yes, Mistress!” M exclaimed. “Let’s play with him!” She moaned and writhed in his arms as his free hand rolled down her chest, cupping one of her heavy breasts...then pinching her nipple, hard, causing the girl to cry out in pleasure in his arms.  
         “ Very well, Agent Hardin,” S said, spying her slave’s pleasure in his arms. “You’ll be my instrument then.” She lowered the whip, but kept it in hand, letting the length of it snake along the floor behind her. “Beat that slave,” she said, knowing he had an aversion to hitting women. She had to have known… one didn’t get into her sort of kink without understanding the plays of power between people.  
          He whipped M around in his arms and gazed deeply into her green eyes, trying to form a connection, to understand the need to pain. ‘It’s alright,’ she mouthed to him, looking bright and eager. Her head nodded slightly, and he could tell she wanted it. While she had been in his arms, her skin had been hot and flushed, scorching to the touch. Against all of his instincts, he cranked his arm back and slapped her across the face, hard… though not as hard as he could have. She cried out, and fell back as he let go of her. S purred and nodded in approval. “Again,” she said. “The slut deserves to be beaten….” When he glanced over to the mistress, he saw that she had maneuvered herself to a desk while he’d been distracted by the wanton M, and had pulled a revolver from a drawer. The ebony mistress held it steady on him.  
         Having no choice now, he damned himself for being so foolish and slapped M again, backhanded this time, on the other cheek. M moaned and fell to her knees before him, scrabbling after his jeans. As she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, his cock grew even harder and he double damned himself. Shit, he thought. Maybe Maverick was right.  
          That was neither here nor there though, and he kicked off his shoes. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d fought and won naked, nor would it be the last if he had his way. When she lowered his jeans, his cock sprung free, hard and ready to go. S laughed derisively, “You might look down on us for our… playtime, but you’re no better. I knew this was what you wanted.”  
         “ You’re both so beautiful,” he said, looking down at M. “How could I not be hard?”  
         “ You live up to your name well, Agent Hard… in,” she laughed, throatily. Her voice turned hard as steel, “Now, beat that slut. I want to hear her scream.”  
          Now fully naked, Rock grabbed M by her hair again, yanking her up roughly. He let his instincts take over, and while he tried to cushion the blows as best as possible, he slapped her full, heavy breasts over and over again as she writhed and moaned in pleasure. He angled each slap to do the least amount of damage, and kept his hand slightly cupped for a louder, sharper slap sound to please Mistress S. The flurry of blows drove M back