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of the flogger from her calf to her thigh, its softness surprising her. The suede whispered and teased her skin like a feather.
    Jax’s pupils dilated, almost completely swallowing the irises, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. He took a deep breath, and when he exhaled, he slapped the strands on top of her thigh. Using a figure eight movement, he continued to rain blows on her legs, first one and then the other. She couldn’t explain the sensation. It wasn’t pain exactly. Not like when he’d bitten her. The strands fell with a dull thud, awakening the nerves of her skin. The tension in her muscles melted away under the steady rhythm of his beating.
    Her eyelids grew heavy. Too tired to fight it, she allowed her eyes to close, sinking into the sensation of the suede on her skin. Her clitoris continued to burn, and her skin heated from the flogger’s kisses. The falls skipped to her abdomen. The flesh was more sensitive there, and she twisted in her restraints. Then the suede slapped her breasts and flicked her nipples, sending tendrils of desire straight to her pussy.
    She didn’t know why the feel of it suddenly went from dull to sharp, and she didn’t care. Craving more of its wicked sting, she bowed her spine to get closer to the flogger. She licked her dry lips, her mouth parched. Her entire body throbbed. She was on fire.
    The flogging stopped. She opened her eyes and saw Jax staring down at her.
    Then he danced the falls across her mound, lighting up the nerves in her labia. Once. Twice. Throbbing with ruthless intensity, her clitoris felt swollen. Huge. Needy. She rocked her head from side to side and silently chanted a plea for release.
    “Katerina, look at me,” Jax said in his demanding tone, sending shivers down her arms.
    She kept her head still and gazed up at him. Sweat dripped down the side of his face. She followed the trail with her eyes and slid her tongue across her lips, craving his taste.
    He dragged his fingers down the edge of his hairline and swiped them across her lips, sharing his salty moisture. “Come.”
    The strands licked her clitoris, and she exploded. A scream erupted from her chest as the muscles of her pussy, her pelvis, her abdomen, even her hands and feet clenched and released. Waves and waves of liquid heat flowed like lava through her veins.
    Jax got to his feet and ripped his shirt open, the buttons flying in all directions and then scattering across the floor. The muscles of his chest bunched and flexed, gleaming with sweat. She raked her gaze over his body, marveling at the chiseled definition of his abdomen and the taut, sinewy ropes of his biceps. He bared his teeth as if he were a feral animal poised to attack. His pants dropped with a whoosh, and his cock sprang from its confinement. All for her, his cock was thick, long, and fully erect, curved up toward his belly button, precome leaking from its darkened head.
    She swallowed, thinking about the taste of him in her mouth and how he’d stretched her lips beyond what she’d imagined possible. Aching for him to fill her empty channel, she shamelessly undulated her hips, attempting to entice him into finally taking her.
    Jax pumped his shaft with his hand, squeezing more pearly liquid from its opening. “Impatient girl. Was your orgasm not enough for you? We both know I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready and not a minute sooner. Maybe I should get myself off and come on your breasts.”
    The idea of him masturbating to completion for her and marking her with his seed caused ripples in her pussy. She liked that idea—a lot. Perhaps another time. Because right now, she needed him inside her more than she needed her next breath. But since her protests would likely cause him to torment her longer, she kept her lips sealed tightly and bit the inside of her cheek.
    He picked up a condom from the floor, ripped open the wrapper, and then rolled it over his shaft. He lowered himself over her, embracing her with