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Squeezing her eyes shut, Rik imagined Syn's fingers were Trance's.
    She moaned, thrust her hips into Syn's touch. Her senses flared as her pleasure climbed. Trance's panting breaths mingled with her own, and a heartbeat later, Syn's labored breathing joined in as she rolled her pelvis into Rik's ass.
    It could be Trance's pelvis doing that.
    Heart racing, clit throbbing, she pulled away from Syn and bent over the spanking bench. Padded leather cushioned her stomach and hips, but smooth, hard wood gave her purchase for her feet and hands. Her thighs quivered in anticipation, and she had to take a deep calming breath before she could speak without sounding overly eager.
    “Boy, you're going to fuck me now. But you will stop when I tell you to. Understand?”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    Syn led him to her. God, Rik was so ready her arousal was dripping down her leg. With his hands bound, he couldn't enter her, which was one of the reasons she'd called Syn. The other woman rolled a condom over his cock before taking it in her hand to guide him to Rik's entrance. A soft noise came from him, so soft she probably only heard because of her superior hearing. But it excited her.
    “You can thrust now,” she said. “Slowly.”
    He pushed his hips into her, and she moaned at the exquisite stretch of his cock sliding home. He was so large that her tissues burned at the invasion, but the pain enhanced the pleasure, threatened to dissolve her into a mass of liquid orgasms.
    Inch by agonizing inch he filled her. Sweet, spiking friction engulfed her as he withdrew and plunged deep again. She clawed at the wooden hand grips, gritting her teeth to keep from coming. She wanted to, but not yet. The longer she dragged it out, the more sated the beast would be.
    “Cease,” she demanded.
    Trance's thighs went taut against the back of her legs as he froze.
    “Back up.”
    The heartbeat's span of hesitation was her only warning before he began to grind against her, scraping his cock over sensitive tissue inside that screamed with her impending orgasm.
    “Stop!” Her snarl echoed through the room as she struggled to escape, but she was pinned between the bench and Trance, who began to jackhammer into her with ruthless, short strokes.
    Oh, God, her body tightened to the point of pain, her pussy clamping around Trance's shaft as he fucked her like he had something to prove, and by the time Syn got him off her, it was too late.
    Her orgasm blasted through her, even though he was no longer inside her. It overwhelmed her nerve endings, fired a series of little implosions all over her body. She pumped herself against the spank bench, her hips moving on their own, her moans vibrating the padding.
    When it was over, fury lit her like a match.
    “You fool!” She spun. The look on his face, the arrogance and satisfaction, nearly sent her into a beast-rage. “Idiot!”
    Syn watched as Ulrika grabbed the leather strap connected to his bound wrists and dragged him to the standing stocks. With a flick of the wrist, she freed his hands, forced them and his head into the stocks, and locked it down.
    A cocky smile turned up his lush lips. She locked his ankles into the base as well.
    “Syn, hand me a leather gag.”
    Trance's smile faltered, but his eyes still gleamed with amusement as she gagged him. “Now the ball spreader.” As she fastened the device to his balls, his amusement faded. And she wasn't even close to being done. She stripped off the condom.
    “Now a paddle.”
    A low sound came from deep in his chest. Good. He was finally getting it. Oh, and he was going to get it good. She sent a gentle whack across his buttocks.
    “Did you enjoy that?” she asked, but he didn't make a sound. “Because I did. You have been very, very naughty.” She paddled him again, the smart smack of the rubber on skin ringing in her ears. Inside, the beast urged her to hit him harder, but she resisted.
    “I could make you come now. While I'm spanking you.”
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