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“But—but you’re my lawyer.”
He laughed. “You fired me, remember? More than once.”
“You want me?”
“I will have to repeat myself a third time. I knew it.”
“No, no,” I rushed. “I just can’t—” Overwhelmed with joy, I launched myself at him despite my wrists still tied from my position on my knees. He easily caught me and held me close. “I just can’t wrap my mind around this.”
“Let’s get your punishment done so you can wrap your mind around it,” he murmured into my hair, “and then I’ll take you back to the cabin. Then you can beg me to accept your apology for being so bratty to me yesterday.”
I pulled back. “But we have to check out.”
“Otis owns the place. We’re old friends. Plus, I’m an investor—so I get perks.”
“Oh my God! It was you who left the flyer on my windshield?”
Master Andrew effortlessly flipped me over, depositing me onto my forearms and knees in the position he had wanted earlier. “I did. I followed you to that club.”
Frowning, I looked up at him. “Stalker.”
He shrugged. “Perhaps. You ready to take this switch?”
“Is it going to hurt?” I whispered.
“Yes. Very much.”
I gathered the rest of my sheet binding and bunched it up so I could hide my face in it. “I don’t want to.”
Andrew sighed as he took position. “No one ever does, rabbit.”
I heard the switch cut through the air before the burning stripe crossed my skin like electric fury. I wailed into the fabric. The switch landed again, searing a path across my upper thighs.
Andrew lectured as he continued laying stripes across my seat, letting me know in no uncertain terms that self-depreciation would not be tolerated. He complimented me for the following strikes. I was amazing, and beautiful, and very loved. And if I ever doubted any of those things again or didn’t see myself the way I needed to see myself, I was to immediately come to him, and he would gladly remind me.
While effing awful, the pain seemed secondary to the revelation of what he thought of me. I don’t think anyone had ever said such things to me except my parents, which of course didn’t count. Everything hurt as if I had been branded, but I felt like I was in heaven.
When Andrew moved to gather me up, I stopped him. “Master. I…I want to apologize here, on the ground, in the dirt, right now.”
“Why is that, naughty rabbit?”
“Because I want to do that for you. I want it like that. I want you here, now, in front of God and nature and a resort full of people. I…this is how I want to submit to you. I want you to fuck me hard in my ass, make me yours, and make me better behaved. I’m begging you to do this.”
“Wow, rabbit. I am humbled. That was beautiful.”
I laughed into my tear-soaked sheet. “Will you just put it my ass already, please?”
I felt him take up position behind me. He grasped the back of my neck with one hand, the dominant hold meant to keep me in place. His other hand carefully removed the plug. The area was fairly lubricated from the night before, or seemed so, because his cock was able to pass the tight ring of muscle smoothly. I relaxed into the burning stretch, leaning into his steady thrust.
I never considered myself a masochist, but the throbbing pain of my striped skin combined with the aching pressure of being filled to the brim in the most taboo place aroused me in ways that I could not understand. It went beyond stimulating erogenous zones. I wanted to suffer. Relished in it. There was something intrinsically liberating in submitting fully to another like this. I was trusting Andrew to hurt me and please me, to control me and care for me, to use me and fuck me senseless.
And he did.
When I began yelping like a seasoned porn star, my orgasm looming, Andre pulled out of me, flipped me onto my back, then reinserted his cock into my ass, sure and deep. He made love to me there in the dirt, tangled up in a sheet, worshipping my breasts, kissing my neck and lips, telling me over and over what a good girl I was, and how he would never let me go.
I screamed like a woman possessed when I came, shuddering beneath him as he claimed me, spewing his cum deep inside me.
And it was perfect.
A perfect scene.
A perfect weekend.
“Thank you,” I whispered as we lay spent.
“You’re welcome, little rabbit.”
