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A loud slam of the door broke my reverie. Dorian had returned sooner than I’d expected. He wore the same loose, black drawstring trousers he’d had on the other night at the hotel, and I wish to God it hadn’t occurred to me that they were total sexy yogi-ninja-man-pants, because it’s hard to take your Master seriously when you wonder if he secretly has a collection of nunchucks or ninja stars stashed somewhere.

‘Something funny?’ His voice was cold. ‘Wipe that smirk off your face, or I’ll wipe it off for you.’

‘No, sir.’

‘Very good.’ He crouched down, reached into the bag and pulled out a flogger.

Ruh-roh, Shaggy. Braided lashes. I’d only been disciplined with flat.

‘If I see you smile one more time until I tell you so, you’ll be a very sorry girl. Are we clear?’

‘Crystal.’

With a slow and steady touch, he brushed the long, stiff leather lashes against the length of my back, as I shivered from anticipation and the chilliness of the air.

‘How are you?’ he whispered, and I was surprised by the compassion in his voice, not to mention the fact that he asked me at all.

‘Scared, Mr Holder.’

‘You should be,’ he said. ‘You’ve done this before?’

‘Not with such a scary-looking piece.’

‘Relax as much as you can, Lily. My aim is true.’ Mr Holder continued waking the skin of my back with soft steadiness, then stood, ever-so-regal. A king in his palace of pain, firmly gripping the handle in one hand and clutching the lashes in his other. He studied my back, looking detached, mapping out the landscape. ‘Are you ready?’

‘Sort of.’ I took a deep breath.

‘Hold your breath like that, Ms Dewitt, and this’ll hurt a lot worse.’ He leaned over and stroked my skin with a steady palm. ‘You’ll feel it here. And here. And here. And here. No shoulders. Nowhere near your kidneys. Safe as houses.’

‘Keep going,’ I said, then corrected myself. ‘Green.’

Snip! The smack on my right bum-cheek was biting enough that my eyes watered, but I could feel myself grinning. Not so bad.

‘Something funny, Lily?’

‘No, sir.’ I shook my head. ‘It just tickles a bit.’

‘Of course it does. We’re just warming up.’ He was back to stroking me with the lashes, a featherlight touch. ‘Let’s try that again, Ms Dewitt. Should I see you smiling one more time before I tell you to, you’ll be a very sorry girl. Are we clear?’

‘Yes.’

Crack. OK.

Jeepers, that hurt.

‘Yes, what?’ He held the flogger high in the air, his bicep bulging. If I pissed him off one more time, that would hurt a little too much.

‘And stop looking at me. I did not give you permission to look at me.’

‘Yes, Mr Holder,’ I said, lowering my eyes from the mirror.

On and on he punished. The smarting became stinging, then burning, then what felt like blistering. At last I wept and whimpered, ‘Mercy.’

‘Good. You lasted longer than I’d anticipated.’

How was it that I felt so proud of myself, and how long had he worked me over? Ten minutes? An hour? Endorphins pumped through my system. There would be welts, later, I was sure. But for now, only peace.

Dorian knelt, dropped his weapon and I heard clicking sounds behind me. He ran his palm ever so slightly over my ass, right where he had striped me up, and there was something icy cold and slick. I startled, expecting more pain, but let out a breath of gratitude as I felt immediate relief.

‘You may speak, now, Lily.’

‘What is that stuff?’ I asked, keeping my eyes downcast. ‘Mr Holder.’

‘Arnica. I always keep a tube in the fridge.’ His voice was lighter. ‘You have permission to look at me again.’

When I raised my head and looked at him behind me in the mirror, the beauty of his shadowed face and tenseness of his muscles took my breath away.

‘Are you all right, Lily?’ he croaked. The energy emanating from him as he battled himself for control was unmistakable.

‘Yes,’ I said. ‘Yes, Mr Holder. Though my ass is still kind of on fire.’

‘So hard to hold back with a girl like you.’ Pretty sure that was supposed to be a compliment. He smoothed on more gel. ‘I need to fuck, and fuck hard.’

‘So what’s stopping you?’ I asked.

‘What, indeed?’ he replied, and he tugged down his pants and plunged inside me from behind. As our pelvises moved in rhythm, the pain vanished, and then there was a tightening beneath my navel, right as I was about to …

‘Come for me, Lily,’ he growled in my ear, just as I climaxed. Ha. One step ahead of him, I was.

Dorian thrust with abandon, wrapped his arms around me and squeezed my tits hard while driving every inch of his cock into my contracting pussy. At last he knelt, pulled out and stroked himself, while I watched in the mirror. He shot his cum all over my burning ass, then smoothed his hands along the length of my back, panting. ‘Jesus.’

‘I need you to hold me, now, Dorian,’ I told him, as our scene had come to its inevitable, satisfying conclusion. ‘And I’m so thirsty.’

Our ragged breath, the pounding of my heart in my ears, and French electronica rushed in waves, a cocoon of sound.

‘Of course you do.’ He leaned over, and trailed his lips the length of my spine. ‘Of course you are.’

We were silent as he unfettered me, and I slumped against him, spent and satiated, licking at my dry lips.

‘Time for bed, Lily. You’ve been a very good girl.’