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Sir.”
    “Good. Now you just stay put while I enjoy myself.”
    What did that mean? Her hands curled into balls as he knelt. With her chin held up by the collar, she couldn’t see him. The bastard . Yet the arousal in her body edged up a notch as she waited for his touch. She had to wait; couldn’t do anything else.
    She heard a rustle, felt his hands on her pussy, and damn, it felt so good, his firm hands doing whatever he wanted. He buckled some sort of harness around her thighs and waist. Okay, that wasn’t so bad, but then something pushed up inside her. Something cool. Hard. Not his fingers.
    “What are you doing?” Her voice shook.
    “Whatever I want, sweetheart.” Liquid drizzled down her pussy, wet and cold, and she jumped. She felt a pinch over her clit, one that didn’t release. Not painful but…disconcerting. A few clipping sounds and then tugs on the harness. “I’m just adjusting everything so it stays in place.”
    So what stays in place ? She throbbed from the pressure of whatever was inside and from whatever sat over her clit. What was he doing?
    When he stood, he had a microphone on his collar and a box— a control box ?—clipped to his waistband.
    Before she figured out what that combination meant, he ran his firm hands over her, stroking her skin, cupping her breasts, sending the warmth rising in her again. His lips settled on hers, and he took a long kiss. God, he could kiss. Her body relaxed…and heated.
    He pulled back, smiled into her eyes, and then flipped a switch on the box.
    Something made tapping sensations her clit and up inside her. Like tiny hammers. She jerked, her eyes wide. “What is that?”
    “I’ll show you in a bit. Your only job is to let me know if anything becomes uncomfortable.” He put a finger on her chin and gave her an uncompromising look. “Otherwise I do not want to hear you speak. Am I clear, pet?”
    She stiffened yet melted inside at his low, resonant voice and the commanding look in his eyes. “Yes, Sir.”
    As the tapping increased—somehow different from a vibrator, more inside than out—her clit tightened until it felt as if it would burst. Everything down there coiled, aching for more, and it wasn’t enough. She smothered a moan. And she realized he’d stepped away to study her reactions.
    He nodded. “Perfect.” And then his flogger struck her thighs. The added sensation shocked through her and zoomed straight to her clit. Her legs tensed, and she rocked. He didn’t stop. The leather strands hit lightly up her back, and each blow made the burning need in her pussy worse, so much worse.
    She closed her eyes, swamped by the sensations.
    He lashed her bottom, the backs of her thighs. “Rona.”
    With his words, the tingling on her clit increased in force and speed, and she moaned uncontrollably.
    A second later the tapping abated. The flogger didn’t. “Rona. Look at me.”
    Again, the vibrations intensified for a few seconds. Not nearly long enough. And the flogger never stopped, weaving a sensory spell around her. Up her legs, almost touching her pussy.
    Oh God, just a little more . Her hands closed into fists, and her neck arched.
    “Look. At. Me.”
    Again, the tapping strengthened, quickened, and the searing wave of arousal inside her and across her clit almost got her off, but then the vibrations slowed. She forced her eyes open.
    His smile flashed in that chiseled face. “That’s a girl.”
    Her back arched as the jump in sensations blew through her again. As they decreased, she stared at the mike clipped to his shirt. Oh, Crom . He could change the intensity of vibrations with his voice—with sound control.
    The flogger struck her harder, each blow a flashing pain that stung and shunted more urgency through her until every nerve seemed swallowed by need. But she couldn’t, couldn’t get off. She whimpered. “Oh please…”
    He chuckled, and just that tiny amount of sound shot through her like he’d pinched her clit.
    Her