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I was keenly aware of him watching my every reaction. Knowing he was in total control had allowed me the space to trust, and my eyes closed as I retreated in my mind.

“Check in with me, princess,” he whispered in my ear.

“Pear, my lion,” I breathed, feeling myself floating away.

“The marks on your ass right now, fuck they are magnificent. They are criss-crossed in a mosaic of beautiful shades of pink and red.”

“Please, don’t stop,” I panted, wanting to feel the burn of the belt on my ass once again. “I love it so much.”

He accommodated my request, and pain erupted in the most pleasurable way as the belt connected. A thousand billion endorphins flowed through me, and the fire rushed out from my nerve endings and merged beautifully with his fingers, fucking me.

Within minutes, I slipped further away, where there was utter contentment and peace. What was the word again? Outer-space? No, that wasn’t right. What was the word?

Subspace. That was it.

So this was what they meant. Kinsley deserved an immediate apology. I had once laughed in her face when she explained how the pain-pleasure combo put her into a deep mental state of relaxation.

Of course, that would have to wait, because each move of Pasha’s fingers sliding in and out of my cunt dialed me higher and higher. I moaned in anticipation of the incredible release that was going to hit any second now.

“Tell me how badly you want my cock,” he demanded.

“So-so bad. I’ve never wanted it more than I do right now. I need it, please. I’ll be a good girl from now on.” Tears flew down my cheeks. “I’ll do anything. Just fuck me, Lev.”

He leaned down and kissed my back before repositioning my body. He drew my knees up and pushed my chest down against the bed. Then his cock nudged my entrance, and I shivered with need. He slowly eased the tip inside. We both groaned in unison.

“Happy now?” he teased.

“More,” I choked.

He shoved his hips against me, and I screamed as he stretched my pussy. Then in true controlled fashion, he sat balls-deep in my cunt.

“Just give me a second, princess. I’ll move in a minute. I just want to memorize how fantastic you feel wrapped around me this way. Your clench game is exquisite. The best I’ve ever had.”

His words combined with his thick cock throbbing inside me was a special kind of torment. Heat coiled low and tight, pulsing through me in waves I couldn’t contain it. I whimpered—actually whimpered—and he just watched me unravel minute by minute.

Then when I thought I’d go crazy—that I couldn’t take another second—he pulled out of me slowly and slammed back in. A combined moan, a symphony of two, filled the air as he repeated the move.

“You should see how my cock glistens when I pull out of this perfect cunt of yours. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” he panted as he moved to shallow thrusts, keeping just the head of his cock moving in and out of me.

“You could take a picture, I could—”

“Tattoo it on me,” he said in my ear, causing a full body shiver to run through me.

I went to answer. To tell him I could draw it, paint it, whatever he wanted, but he reached down and around my body. One thick finger rubbed against my clit, and he slammed into me hard and fast.

“What was that?” he asked.

The only answer I could muster came out as a broken, pleading sob as he fucked me. The intensity of each thrust of his hips—each swipe of his finger—had spots dancing in my vision. I whimpered into the pillow as he picked up his pace.

I arched my back, jerking as I cried out, “I need to come so bad, please. Sir, can I come?”

I guess I was closer than I thought I’d been. The minute the words left my lips, a massive orgasm rocked into me. Wave after wave, one right after the other. The fluttering of my pussy was so strong I couldn’t do anything but scream his name.

“My dirty little princess, you didn’t wait for me to say yes,” he murmured in my ear as I clamped down on his cock. “I’ll forgive you this time, but only because,” he hissed. “You feel fucking amazing.”

His mouth found the skin of my shoulder and he bit down. I screamed as his hand stroked between my legs, dialing me right back up again. How the hell was this possible?

It was the God’s honest truth. She was silk wrapped tightly around my cock. It was like fireworks going off inside my head. I thrust in and out, increasing my pace because it felt so good. I grabbed a chuck of her hair. I twisted it in my hand, getting a firm grasp on it, and yanked backwards.