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“Good.” She scoffed. “Finally, someone is listening.”

Porter paused, his eyes squinting with his regard of her. “While I know better than to push you too far, since I enjoy my face, please talk to me a little. Aidan’s concern has me thinking it has to do with me.”

“It’s not about you.” She twirled her hair in her finger. “It’s got nothing to do with nothing. Please hear me,” she said through gritted teeth, “there is no problem. I am perfectly happy and ready to have Master Aidan rock my world.”

Porter shook his head in mirth, grinning at her. “Fair enough.” Then his expression tightened. “Let me ask this: Have your thoughts on our relationship changed?”

She sighed with exaggeration. “No, it’s all peachy.” At the narrowing of his eyes, she added, to put a dead stop to the conversation, “Only happy memories fill me when I think of our time together. But whatever I feel is mine to feel. I don’t need—or want—you or Aidan to worry about a problem that doesn’t exist.” She inhaled a sharp breath and smacked her hands against her thighs. “I. Don’t. Need. Fixing.”

Aidan needs fixing!

Porter gave her a long look before his chin lifted. “All right, Cora, I hear you. That’s all I needed to hear.”

Cora’s muscles relaxed with her long exhale. One Dom finally seeing sense was good. Yes, she hid her feelings about Aidan, but she was okay with that. It was not a problem.

Porter lifted his feet onto the coffee table, spreading his arms out over the back of the couch. “When do you plan to tell Aidan that you’re in love with him?”

Cora’s mouth dropped open.

Porter chuckled. “I suspected when Aidan told me earlier what was going on.” He tapped her mouth shut. “One look at you and I see it written all over your face.”

She gulped. “I …”

“Cora.”

The breath she held left her in a rush. She turned to Master Aidan, who loomed over her. He didn’t appear shocked, indicating that he hadn’t heard what Porter had said. Though she was relieved, his heated gaze stormed like fire across her flesh.

In one second, the reason her relationship had ended with Porter appeared. He’d never stirred desire with simple words or one commanding look. She loved her friends, but
this
—her connection to Master Aidan—held no beginning and no end.

Aidan’s shadowy eyes blazed, alert and focused. “You’re with me now.”

Now that she had tasted passion with every sense of the word, there was no turning back. “Yes, sir.”

Chapter Ten

Perfection awaited Aidan at the wooden pole stationed a few feet from the spanking bench. A pole that was, in fact, a support beam that Dmitri hadn’t wasted. Instead, he’d boxed in the metal pole with thick cherrywood, turning what could be a design flaw into a perfect BDSM station.

The spotlight above gently cast over Cora’s naked flesh as her back was to him, exactly as he instructed. Aidan’s heart rate slowed and heaviness pooled in his groin. The noise muted and his focus centered on Cora. His breaths became shallow, and pain formed in his jaw from the constant clench.

He’d swallowed his pride to help her. His manhood had been tested to extremes he’d never endured. Though Porter might hold a close relationship with her, Aidan was her Dom. Tonight he’d ensure neither of them forgot that Cora no longer belonged to Porter.

Aidan wasn’t above jealousy, and his desire to show his dominance to prove Porter no longer held Cora’s submission was a need that he couldn’t refuse. She awakened under his touch and soared under pleasure. They shared a connection she’d never experienced with Porter, if the breakup had anything to say about it.

His thoughts weren’t centered on what Cora and Porter had talked about; he only hoped they had talked and she’d shared something with Porter. While Aidan accepted that she couldn’t talk to him, it didn’t mean he’d allow Porter not to see that Cora awakened beautifully under his touch.

Now, in this moment, she belonged to
him
.

With the warm air brushing across his overheated flesh, he moved precisely through the dungeon with a lengthy stride; each step bringing him closer to stake his claim. His to control. His to give pleasure. His to demand pleasure.

All
his
.

He reached Cora at the pole, and leisurely scanned over her exquisite frame. His mouth moistened under the desire to lick up the line of her spine, and his fingers twitched to slide over her smooth flesh. As his gaze traveled lower, he grinned at her tight buttock muscles, a telling sign she knew he had arrived.

“Yeah, luv, I feel you, too,” he murmured.

He took the final step to close in, and as he traced his fingers down her spine, she startled. A soft moan spilled from her lips as her body softened. She moved with each caresses of his fingers, slowly following his touch. As if he was attached and she had no other choice.

That’s right, beautiful, you are mine now
.

His fingers reached the top of her buttocks above the two dimples, and he slapped the round flesh of her ass. She gasped, and with a loud crack, he smacked the other cheek. Cora shivered.

“Proper position,” he said.

She took a small step forward and wrapped her arms around the pole, pressing tight against the wood. Her hands slid up the wood slowly, and Aidan’s groin heated as she took her time, feeling the hard texture against her skin.

He squeezed the fleshy part on her bottom and she squirmed, her breath hitching when he slapped her cheek twice. “Better.”

“Thank you, sir,” she rasped.

With a final squeeze of her fine ass, he turned to the tray and grabbed the two black ropes. Tonight, he’d remove the distance between them, and he wouldn’t share her with anyone. A burn filled his chest as he returned to her back. He needed to have her close. He needed for her to be okay.

Tonight, he’d make sure she was, and not stop until nothing lay between them. And he hoped Porter watched just how deep she was under his command. He regarded her harsh breaths and the roll of her hips as he formed a cuff with the soft hemp rope. Her hair hung loosely along her back, inviting him to thrust his fingers in its strands and pin her exactly where he wanted.

Moving to her side, he took her hand off the pole and she stiffened. Her heated gaze cut to him as he wrapped the rope cuffs around her wrists and yanked it tight. While he secured her to a metal loop at the top of the pole, Cora bounced lightly on her bare toes.

Once he finished binding the second wrist, his harsh breathing matched hers. Cora’s eyes shone, and her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip. He chuckled. “You’re impatient tonight, luv?” He pressed against her and whispered in her ear, “So am I.”

“I need you, sir.”

Her low whisper washed across him as the four words skipped his heart. His brow
furrowed as he ran a hand down the side of her body, unable to look away from the flush of her cheeks. His knees loosened and weakened under the parting of her lips. And as he lifted his gaze to her firm eye contact, the side of his mouth curved. “Of course you do.”

When he stepped back to admire her, his groin grew heavy. Under his restraints, she trembled. A low rumble rose from his chest under the lines of her body, curves that called for him to claim pleasure. He lowered his chin, bringing his eyes in direct line with hers. “We understand each other that when I put you in place, you stay there. Those feet do not move, Cora.”

“Yes, sir.”

Satisfied by her position and acceptance of the restraints, he moved in beside the pole and gazed into her dark eyes. “I want silence, Cora.”
Silence to play as I like. Silence to embrace our connection. Silence to remind you that I care
. “Moaning or screaming is permitted. Understand?”

She leaned her head against her arms; her voice lowered to a soft whisper. “I understand, sir.”

“Very good.” He removed the distance between them and he stole a kiss out of her mouth. Her mouth wasn’t firm and struggling but gentle and willing. His pulse raced under each stroke of her tongue and every slide of his lips.

She moaned, and he greedily consumed each one. As his muscles quivered to forget the scene altogether and take her to a bed to make love to her all night long, he broke the kiss. With his heart banging in his chest, he slid his finger over her bottom lip.

Transfixed by her, he grunted against the desire to go in for more kisses.
Give her more
. With her gaze glossing over, he pressed a light peck onto her soft lips, and then he dropped his hand.

The scent of cinnamon that belonged only to Cora followed him to the tray off to the side. He grabbed the black elk flogger and settled in behind her. With her naked, unmarked skin as his playground, he raised his arm.

Before the leather tails connected, her bottom tightened. The moment the thud echoed around him she softened. Her gasp slid over him as he smoothed his hand over the spot he’d smacked.

Keeping a keen eye on her, he put physical distance between them. Then, with a steady stream, he sent the leather tails onto her bottom. The rhythm of the hard rock music from the
speakers set his steady pace. Losing himself in the dance with her, he moved and swayed with each whack.

Done well, a flogging to a submissive equaled the sensation of a massage. Where touching a clit brought pleasure, the fast smack of a flogger brought warmth and release. That delivered a submissive into sensory overload.

Between the whacks, he smoothed his hand over the redness developing on her flesh, and he heard low voices from the crowd behind him. His focus remained on a submissive so beautiful he relished showing her off.

With each flick of the flogger, he bounced on the balls of his feet, and the loud thud carried deep into his soul. Each hit delivered deepened the color of her skin and increased her moans. His mouth moistened under the normal creamy shade of her flesh, but his cock ached at her dark red bottom.

He flicked the flogger in greater speed and force, and her moans didn’t indicate pain. Even if he suspected her skin was sensitive and tender, she offered feminine, aroused sounds that morphed together in a delectable hum. Lowering the flogger, he brushed his fingers across her heated bottom, and his cock jerked under her flawlessness—she wasn’t too thin and too athletic—she was fucking perfect.

With a final hard whack on her ass, he pressed his throbbing cock against her thigh. Her soft moan and squirm against him had him rubbing against her, too. Tonight, though, wasn’t about his needs, something he continually needed to tell himself. It was all about her and, more so, centered on their connection.

She couldn’t forget what they shared.

He wouldn’t allow their connection to fade.

With a burn that scorched him inside and out, he craved to reach for the contact that had bound them together. He gave a final rub of his cock against her leg. The action pulled a low grunt from his chest, and then he moved to the tray.

He needed more, not only for her but for himself. He’d take nothing less than to have her explode under his touch. His soul demanded it. At the tray, he grabbed the red-and-black bull-hide flogger, and swirled both floggers in his hands.

Adrenaline flowed through him and the weight of the floggers straightened his back. The first flogger gave a hard thumping sensation, while the new flogger offered a sting; the perfect
combinations to send Cora into the highest forms of pleasure. To prove only he made her go wild under his mastery.

He returned to her and studied her slow but controlled breaths. The sight of her tied to the pole with a bright red ass sent a pleasurable shiver through him. He gazed over her sweaty flesh and inhaled her spicy scent, with hints of musk alongside it. Her body spoke to him with the hard trembles, the softness in her stance begging him to push her and take her deeper into euphoria.

With a slowly building smile, he raised them both in a crisscross motion, sending the floggers out as they thudded onto her bottom. Without giving her a moment to catch up, he unleashed again onto her stinging cheek.

Cora’s muscles became rigid, her earsplitting gasp sliding across him. “Yeah, beautiful,” he murmured, “Fall into me.”

He paused and waited until her body softened and she accepted the sting, morphing it into pleasure. Then his feet moved swiftly and quietly over the floor. The only sound was the floggers touching her flesh and her seductive moans.

Now he had her trapped in his dominance. She was strapped to a pole with nowhere to run. And she couldn’t avoid him.

Each smack became an extension of his touch, bringing her higher into the peak of ecstasy. Her entire body shook, and her breath shortened into heady pants, urging him to push further.

On my terms, darlin’… always on my terms
.

As he put both floggers in one hand, his lungs expanded to the fullest through deep, satisfied breaths. Consumed by the desire to be close to her, he slid his hand over her sweat-coated hip to the junction between her thighs. He chuckled, low and deep. “Only you could be this wet from a flogging.”

She groaned.

Her hot and ready sex spoke of her hunger. Her harsh breathing screamed desperation. The musky scent of her honey brought fiery need to his cock. He nudged her thigh, pushing her legs away from the pole as he slid his fingers over her slit, gathering her arousal. “Open for me, wider now.” Then he smacked her bottom with both floggers.

With a sigh sending a harsh burn through him, she shifted her feet, and he slipped his fingers through her soaked folds. He slid his fingers up to her clit and swirled the nerves, and her
low, unadulterated moan engulfed him. Each press against the bud made her pant an intoxicating sound. Every hit of leather against skin had her screaming in pleasure.

His cock pressed against his zipper painfully as he became drunk on her pleasure. He didn’t relent, pushing her harder, demanding she tumble into his command. Only when her body quivered in a need to denote did he step away. He smacked her flaming ass with a round of intense slaps, cutting through the air.

Her unrestrained scream followed.