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"Is this all for me?" he asked blandly

I sed and just nodded

"I’d like a proper answer"

"Yes, Mr Cavendish," I tried, not really knohat he wanted

"Tella finger inside ofonly an achy pleasure, and I squirmed

He slapped the side of my ass, hard "Don’tevery inch, circling his finger

"So fucking tight Unbelievable," hethat I’d witnessed froht before A second finger joined the first, stroking along every part offor any rawness

"Any soreness here?" he asked, shoving in deeper a little roughly

I gasped "No, Mr Cavendish"

He pulled out abruptly, still studyingto punish you Go put that fuck-htened as he spoke, and I watched in fascination as he sucked on his fingers, then loosened his tie

"It’s dirty," I told him It was on the floor of et filthy Go put it on"

I did, hanginghands

When I came back out ofup the sleeves of his dress shirt His arousal was obvious in his snug, pale gray slacks And his eyes were still chips of ice

"Get on the bed, face down Put your hips directly on the wedge in the center of the bed"

I noted the strange pillow on the bed only when he mentioned it, but I complied without a word It was like a miniature version of the raht

My head snapped up as I felt a rope being tightened around ether My bed didn’t have a real frame, just a fli rope and tying it completely around the underside of the bed to hold my wrists in place

I watched hi bound for the second ti, not more so, but my mind just wouldn’t process that information

"Do you reme the rope under the bed casually, as though it was the nified while he did it, totally unruffled by having to crawl around on his knees

"Yes, Mr Cavendish," I answered, tre theether

I tried to turn my head to look, but he covered ly I wanted desperately for hin of affection, but he remained stoic and cold as he prepared an to play froed into It was unfa a haunting melody accompanied heavily by violins

I could feel hime I squirmed a little

"Mr Cavendish, please," I implored him For what, I wasn’t entirely certain He didn’t respond

I gasped when a hand finally touched own up fro Cloth? So thicker And then another touch It felt like his hand, though not like his skin Had he put on a glove?

Several , and all I kneas that he watched ht loved hand to hs touching mine as he leaned in close to my side The first hit was followed by another slap to a spot just below, and then he began in earnest, hit after hit on every inch of asped and shifted a little, trying in vain to get away from the harsh contact

Why does his hand hurt socrop? I wondered Heback a lot before But he wasn’t holding back now

I lost track of the nu into a kind of nu inexorably into so else…

He hadn’t even paused in the blohen I heard hi himself to the hilt with one brutal stroke I was so wet that it didn’t hurt, and I clenched deliciously around hih, and I screamed, a sound that none of his slaps had solicited from me

I was in an oasis of pleasure a inside of hting hirabbedmy head up as he thrust

"Cohest voice I’d ever heard out of hi just the perfect spot as he pulled out of me, and I ca against htinside ofin a sh he couldn’t stop

"My Bianca," he whispered into edly