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trying to hold the tingling sensations curling through her close, trying to make them last. She’d never experienced anything like this and didn’t quite know what to make of the fact that, apparently, being paddled turned her on.
    Whack. She heard the sound of the paddle being dropped to the floor. Then she gasped, for Jonathan began to stroke her warmed, naked ass with his hand.
    “Let me see if you liked that as much as I think you did.” His fingers stroked across her slit. Then they dipped in, pressed in, and entered her.
    Just like it had when he finger-fucked her in the car, her arousal shot high and fast. Unable to help herself, she pushed against the stimulation he offered, pushed and rubbed and cried out because rapture hung so very close, just out of reach, and it had been so very long since she’d experienced it.
    “Poor Beth. I’ve brought you to the edge twice now. Do you want to come, sweetheart?”
    “Yes, oh, yes, please!” Bethany thought she’d die on the spot if she didn’t come in the next few seconds.
    “You have to ask me properly, sweetheart. You have to beg me, and call me Master.”
    Beth didn’t even hesitate. “Please, Master. Please let me come.”
    “Okay, baby. Here, let me help you.”
    He changed the position of his fingers, moved them in and out of her even faster. At the same time, he reached under her with his other hand. She felt him tease her clit as he’d done earlier in the car.
    Then he squeezed the tiny nubbin between two fingers, pinching it. She cried out as her orgasm exploded out of her, an explosion so fierce she couldn’t control it, couldn’t contain it. The climax rolled over her and through her like a runaway train.
    The force shook her, amazed her, and she could do nothing but ride it, try to hold it, and shout as the ecstasy consumed her. This orgasm made every other one she’d ever experienced, even the few she’d given herself, seem like nothing.
    Her heart raced, and her breath hitched. Jonathan picked her up. Had he released her from the stocks? When had he done that?
    Then every coherent thought disintegrated as a sob, a deep and powerful sob, erupted from within her. Totally unexpected and just like her orgasm, the sob seemed outside of herself and outside of her control.
    “Shh, it’s all right, baby.” Jonathan’s croon comforted her even when she didn’t understand what was happening to her. He apparently did. “Let it all go, now, sweetheart. Just let it go and cry it out. I’ve got you, and I’ll keep you safe. Everything’s going to be all right from now on.”
    The thought flashed that no one had ever kept her safe. Then that, too, gave way as she dissolved into the deepest, most bereft crying she’d ever experienced.

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    Jonathan cradled Beth as he would a small child. Resting his cheek on her head, he made comfort sounds even as he rocked her.
    Women were such amazing creatures. In his experience, they were capable of incredible strength, incredible endurance. Yet they’d been fashioned with a built-in fragility some mistook as a sign of weakness.
    From time to time, women, all women, needed to have a really good cry.
    Jonathan bet it had been a long, long time since his Beth had allowed herself the luxury of a really good cry. So he held her and paid attention to her, and the moment she began to fidget, the moment he sensed she’d become embarrassed by her emotional storm, he sat her up so she could meet his gaze.
    “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” she said, her eyes searching his.
    “It’s called an orgasm.”
    Beth laughed, a surprised kind of sound. Then she shook her head. “No, I mean the crying. I’m not one to just burst into tears.”
    “Which is a damn shame if you ask me,” Jonathan said. “I envy women the cleansing ritual of tears.”
    She looked at him as if trying to figure him out.
    “Don’t apologize for feeling, sweetheart.” He wiped a tear from her cheek. “And don’t