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.Her breasts were forced out, perfect for him to suck.Her folds were exposed to him and her scent was rich with desire.He looked forward to running his tongue along the faerie kisses sprinkled across her shoulders and her chest.All that soft, lovely, pale skin would soon be pink from his flogger.And he would make sure she enjoyed every minute of it.But her eyes—her glare would have melted a glacier.“Bastard,” she spit out.Ignoring her, he walked over to a wall lined with crops, whips and other tools.He chose a black leather flogger with soft leather straps that would give a fine sting to her fair skin.When he pivoted so that he was facing her again, he ran the leather straps over his hand and studied her features.Her glare hadn’t wavered, despite the fact she knew she was about to be punished.“Oh, wait,” she said with a sarcastic edge to her voice.“That should have been M’Lord Bastard.”Chapter SixWhen will you ever learn to keep your mouth shut? Abby asked herself.Much to her surprise the whipping didn’t start immediately.Instead, Lord Kir ran the handle of the flogger up her arm.The roughened leather caused goose bumps to pebble her skin as he moved over her shoulder, across her neck, and then slid between her small breasts.Her nipples shamefully hardened.Tiny knobs swelled on her darkened areolas.He smiled.Well, damn it.All she needed was for this man to think she wanted him to flog her.The handle grazed her ribcage, caressed her stomach and stopped to tangle in her nest of hair below.The tingle in her breasts became an aching need.Not to mention the dull, pulsating sensation that began between her thighs.Abby forced herself to inhale, holding back the tremor that made her jaws lock tight when he brushed the handle along her inner thighs and then against her slit.She was helpless, defenseless, as her juices flowed over the lightly probing whip.Her pussy pulsed with each stroke, building her need for fulfillment.The knowledge that a man controlled her body was frustrating.But damn it, what could she do bound, spread-eagle—wide open for the man’s pleasure as he tormented her? And torment her he did, by rubbing that damn thing across her slit, pushing her to the brink of release.Then just before she reached out to touch heaven, he stopped—pulled away—leaving her aching for relief.Her scent was heavy on the whip as he brought the leather to her lips.“Kiss my shaft,” he demanded.“Kiss my ass,” she retorted and raised her chin.Two could play this game.He licked his lips like her suggestion was something to think about.Man, she had shit for brains.Here she was cuffed to a cross and she continued to antagonize her kidnapper.Not to mention she was already perched on the edge of a climax, with wolf-man holding the reins and ready to snatch it away at any time.Lord Kir firmly pressed the handle to her mouth.“You will learn to obey me in all things,” he said softly.His air of authority was hard to miss.This was a man used to getting what he wanted.“Submit to me, Abby.It is your path to happiness.” He applied more pressure to the whip.“Now, kiss the shaft.”Abby tasted herself and the leather as it squeezed beyond her lips.One thing she had never done was sample her own juices.She found it heady, if not arousing.She even found the man’s dominance exciting.I’m losing my mind.Lord Kir moved the handle of the flogger from her mouth and took one step backward.He snapped the flogger and the straps landed gently on her thigh.That wasn’t too bad.Abby relaxed as he struck the opposite thigh, a little harder this time.Damn him.And damn the fact that it actually felt good.“I won’t ever surrender, so you might as well give up and let me go home,” she said even though she was getting totally turned on.With the palm of his hand Lord Kir rubbed her thigh and then the other.Her flesh came alive beneath his touch, tingling and burning.Yes, yes.Stroke higher, higher.Abby held her breath, willing him to touch her, caress her pussy.This time when the whip snapped and made contact, the pain to her thigh stung like a son of a bitch.She flinched, forcing back a scream that knotted in her throat.But what pissed her off was how it actually made her hornier.Crap.How could a whipping make her even more aroused?No way would she give this man, wolf—whatever the hell he was—the satisfaction of knowing that last blow had hurt and that she had ended up enjoying it.She tried to relax, knowing that if she tensed the discomfort would deepen
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