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He dragged the flogger from my shoulder down to my hands, letting the metal strands tickle my palms. It amazed me how something that looked so intimidating could have two drastic effects. He could either tantalize me with its feather like strokes or brutalize me with the sharp tinges from the tiny links.

Right now, he was taunting, brushing the strands back and forth over my ass cheeks. Lowering it, he moved it up and down, so they swished my overly wet pussy. With a curt flick of his wrist, the metal was stinging my lips.

I gasped and purred, wiggling my ass. This was one of my favorites of his toys. I never knew I would be into kinky sex, but I craved it! I craved this man.

Wyatt swatted my ass, and I pulled in a sharp breath. Suddenly, that thin bunch of chainmail crashed on my ass cheeks so hard, I flung my stomach to the mattress, screaming, my body convulsing from the shock of the pain. Tears welling, it felt like my skin was sliced open, burning.

He hiked my hips again and repeated the force to the other cheek.

I flung myself forward again, sniveling, shaking my head, my nails digging into my palms. I wanted to move to my side, my instinct to curl into the fetal position, but I couldn’t because of my arms and legs.

He was grazing the tips of the strands over the welts. The skin inflamed, it made the sensation overly sensitive, turning me on even more.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes.”

He tucked the flogger under my stomach and gradually dragged up my slit, the metal hurting and pleasuring at the same time.

Sucking in a long, ragged breath, I was getting dizzy. Did I want to keep crying in pain, or cum?

His knuckles ran up the curve of my ass, his fingers splaying out to caress. The tip of his cock pressed against me, and I soared with elation. He wasn’t going to drag this out and torture me! Fantastic.

Taking his time, he entered me, every inch, every barbell stretching wonderfully. I loved when he put me in this position, the metal piercings on my g-spot sent me spiraling into a frenzy every single time. I had never felt something so amazing.

As deep as he could go, he stopped, holding onto my taped wrists. Rocking side to side, I shrieked and shivered, biting my bottom lip.

“Mm, yes.”

He made half a stroke when his cellphone went off, and he froze. My heart sank and I broke out in a cold sweat. Wyatt kept his phone on silence. The only time it rang…was when Milo was calling.

Twisting my body and rolling my head to the side, I stared up at him in horror, my pulse racing far too quickly.

“Oh, shit,” I whispered.

Chapter 41

Wyatt Shaw

I quickly pulled out and stood, snatching my phone off the dresser. Tapping the button, I answered with a curt, “Yeah?”

“Hey, where the hell is my woman?”

A fist slammed into my chest, my sight staring at his woman bound, naked, and blistered in my bed. “Uh.”

“I’ve called her phone three times, and she’s not answering. What’s going on?”

“I…have no idea. I’m in my room. Is something wrong?”

“I wanted to tell her I was coming home early, but she won’t answer her phone.”

My pulse skipped, my lids rounding at the welts on her ass. Early? How early? Chastity was a quick healer, but those would be there all of today and tomorrow.

“Uh, ahem. When were you thinking of coming home?”

“Tomorrow. Look, is she okay? She’s never not answered three times in a row. I’m freaking out.”

My throat constricted, my focus meeting her wild, terrified gaze. Raking my sight along her, I returned to her face and the sheer panic rising by the second. What the hell were we doing? What were we planning to accomplish with this affair? This wasn’t like the so-called real world where if we got caught, she got dumped and I got fired. It wasn’t like she could wake up one morning and realize she’d rather be with me and break up with Milo.

No, if our affair was discovered, we were dead. If she chose me…there was no choosing me. She could never leave Milo. By the look on her face, she would never choose me, anyway.