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    “God, you are fucking sexy,” Noah murmured, and
I felt the whip slid over my ass cheeks -- but he didn’t strike me with it,
just let me live in that space of anxious anticipation of wondering what my
punishment was going to be, how hard, how severe, how pleasurable.
    I straightened back up and turned around,
stepped out of my skirt which was pooled around my
feet.
    Noah took another pull from his whiskey bottle.
    I swallowed nervously.
    “In that filing cabinet, Charlotte,” he
said.   “Are the transcripts and
documents from my court case.   All the disgusting details.”
    He said it matter-of-factly, but I could tell
he didn’t like talking about it, that I was pushing him, not just with the way
I’d disobeyed him, but now with the fact that I was
trying to get him to talk about something he’d buried long ago.
    “What are the disgusting details?” I asked,
bracing myself.
    “Take off your bra, Charlotte.”
    I reached behind me and unhooked my bra.   His eyes were locked on mine as he paced
back and forth across the dusty floor, a light sheen of sweat on his hard,
chiseled chest.  
    “Slowly, Charlotte.”
    I slid the straps down my arms, letting my
breasts fall out of the cups slowly, watching Noah’s eyes burn with searing
desire.   Even now, even in the
fucked up, twisted situation we were in – him standing there with a whip,
chest heaving, ready to whip me for disobeying him, me trying to pry
information out of him by letting him have his way with me – I still
flushed with pleasure and excitement that I was able to have this effect on him,
that he loved me and my body, in all its imperfections, so much so that he got
excited and turned on just by looking at me.
    I dropped by bra on the floor and stood there,
naked, my arms at my sides, my eyes on his, waiting for further instructions.
    “The details, Charlotte,” he said, “are that my
stepfather beat my brother and I so badly that he broke my nose when I was
ten.   He broke my mother’s wrist,
her arm, her ankle.”
    My heart clenched and tightness rose in my
chest.   “I didn’t know that,” I
said.   “I’m sorry.”
    “Why are you apologizing?” he asked
sharply.   His hand was still wrapped
around the whip, his grip tightening.
    “Because I didn’t know.”
    “Never apologize, Charlotte.   Not for someone like that.”  
    He crossed the room until he was standing
behind me, and the rubber band around my chest squeezed tighter with emotion
and anticipation.  
    I hated that he had gone through something like
that, hated that it had probably been something even worse than what he was
telling me.
    I hated that he felt the need to take his
emotions out on me physically and sexually whenever they bubbled up inside of
him.
    And yet I loved him more in that moment than I
ever had, for everything he’d been through, for how I knew that even despite
the horrors he’d experienced he was a good, kind person.
    “I will keep you safe,” he growled.   “I will do whatever it takes.”  
    The whip slashed through the air, landing on my
ass, and I gasped in surprise and pain.
    “And you will not defy me.”   He crossed to the front of me, his chest
heaving with emotion and exertion.   The whip lashed my stomach, and I cried out, the skin there sensitive,
not used to being hurt that way.   “Tell me.”
    “I won’t defy you, Noah.”  
    “Again.”
    “I will not defy you.”
He whipped me again, this time across my breasts, the leather thrashing against
my nipples, leaving a sick flaming burn in its wake.
    “Again,” he said, but he was lost in something
else, something bigger than me, some emotional time machine over which I had no
control.
    He whipped me again and again and again, over
my pussy, my ass, working out his aggression and his emotions, punishing me
while relieving something for himself.   Only when he’d exhausted himself, when my pussy was wet and aching for
him, did he toss the whip onto the