Chapter 296
Chapter 296:
“I can take more,” she whispers, her voice hoarse but defiant. “Whatever you have, Ace, give it to me p>
My grip tightens around her, a growl rumbling deep in my chest. That fire in her eyes, that untamed spark that makes her my perfect match—it drives me wild every time.
“Careful, vixen,” I warn, my hand sliding down her back, resting just above the curve of her ass. “Keep tempting me, and you’ll see just how far I can go p>
She licks her lips, her voice a sultry challenge. “I’m counting on it, Sir p>
I smirk darkly, untangling myself from her and standing. I grab her wrists, pulling her to her knees on the edge of the bed. Her bound hands rest behind her, the leather cuffs still snug, her chest heaving as she watches me with a mix of desire and anticipation.
“You look like a fucking dream like this,” I murmur, grabbing her chin and tilting her head back. “So desperate. So hungry. My perfect little vixen p>
“Yours,” she breathes, her voice soft but certain.
“That’s right,” I growl, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “And I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to p>
I step away, grabbing the chain flogger from the table. The light catches on the metal strands as I let them dangle from my hand, the soft clinking sound filling the room. Jasmine’s breath hitches, her eyes widening slightly.
“Don’t tell me you’re nervous,” I tease, trailing the cool chains over her shoulders.
“Not nervous,” she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. “Just… ready p>
“Good girl p>
I move behind her, dragging the chains lightly over her back, her thighs, her ass. Her body tenses, shivering under the touch, and I grin.
“You’re going to count again,” I tell her, my voice dark and commanding. “And you’re going to thank me after every strike. Understand p>
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“Yes, Sir,” she replies instantly, her voice steady.
The first hit lands across her ass, the chains biting into her skin just enough to leave a faint mark. She gasps, her body jolting forward, but she doesn’t break.
“One,” she whispers. “Thank you, Sir p>
The next strike is harder, the chains leaving a red trail across her thighs. She cries out, her body shaking, but her voice is still strong when she says, “Two. Thank you, Sir p>
By the fifth strike, her moans are louder, her body arching into each hit like she’s chasing the pain, needing it as much as the pleasure.
“Five,” she sobs. “Thank you, Sir p>
I drop the flogger, running my hand over her heated skin, soothing the marks. She leans into my touch, her body pliant, her breaths ragged.
“You’re perfect, baby vixen,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “So fucking perfect for me p>
“Only for you,” she whispers, her voice raw and filled with devotion.
“Damn right,” I growl.
I undo the cuffs, massaging her wrists before guiding her onto her back. Her arms fall limply beside her, her legs spreading instinctively as she looks up at me with those dark, hungry eyes.
I grab the vibrating wand from the table and hold it up for her to see. Her lips part, a soft whimper escaping her as her body squirms in anticipation.
“This is going to wreck you,” I warn, positioning the wand against her swollen clit. “And I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name p>