Free With This Collar by Sierra Cartwright Page A

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    “I’ll explain more to you later if you’re interested. I wouldn’t put a sub through something I wasn’t intimately familiar with. Breathe.” He caught her right cheek with a blazing spank. “Don’t hold your breath,” he told her.
    She screamed.
    The door opened and Damien entered the room.
    “We have company,” Marcus told her, meeting the other man’s gaze.
    “Oh, God!”
    “You can stay in place,” Marcus assured her. “Or you can get up. Your choice. I’m sure Master Damien is here to check on your safety after that racket. He’ll want your assurance that you’re not being mistreated.”
    “I was afraid you were using a cattle prod on her,” Damien said. “Maybe a paddle wrapped in barbed wire.”
    They looked at each other. Marcus saw Damien battle a smile.
    “I’ll try to be quieter,” she whispered.
    “How many spanks have you had, Julia?” Damien asked.
    “Two, Sir.”
    “What colour are you on?”
    “Mortification,” she mumbled.
    Marcus pinched her thigh. “Master Damien asked you a question. Show a little respect, girl.”
    “Green. I’m green, Sir.”
    “Are you under duress?”
    “It just hurts more than I thought it would.”
    “Master Damien needs a yes or a no,” Marcus said.
    “No. I’m not under duress, Sir.”
    “Might I suggest a gag?” Damien asked before leaving.
    “Relax,” Marcus told her when they were alone again. “I’m going to rub you again.” She sighed and all but melted under his touch. Her responsiveness made him want to hold her and cherish her.
    “I don’t suppose we can do this all evening, Sir?”
    “We can.”
    She made a sound almost like a purr.
    “As soon as you’ve taken your punishment.
    “Then please, Sir. May I have the third?”
    He blazed another onto her left cheek.
    She gave a shortened screech, catching herself almost immediately. She resumed the correct position within seconds.
    “Cease your struggles,” he said softly. “Breathe. Accept. Enjoy.”
    “I suppose it’s rude to question Sir’s sanity.”
    He laughed.
    She moved about a bit, but then settled.
    “Please, I’m ready.”
    He delivered the fourth strike, and she cried out, but much softer this time. She gripped his leg tighter, but she didn’t let go.
    “I’m ready for another,” she said, much, much faster than he imagined she would.
    He obliged, catching her, again, beneath her butt cheeks.
    Her body went rigid, but she didn’t protest.
    “Breathe,” he coached. “Exhale when I hit you. I promise, it will make it easier.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Inhale.”
    He waited until she did, then he rained a harsh smack, again on her left ass cheek.
    “Oh, Sir!” she said. “That was…”
    She squeezed his leg.
    “I…”
    She didn’t have to tell him that she had stopped the struggle. He felt it.
    Blood rushed to his groin. There was nothing more exquisite than the surrender of a supplicant.
    He gave her a break to absorb what had happened. Honestly, he needed it, too. He’d been a Dom long enough to recognise this moment for the gift it was. And if she wanted it, he could take her deeper, giving her experiences she’d never dreamt possible.
    “I’m ready for another.” She breathed in and relaxed.
    “I’m ready for another, Sir .”
    She repeated what he had said, then breathed in again, letting her body go slack.
    “I’m going to give you two,” he said. “Finish it off.”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    He waited until she was ready, then he spanked her twice in quick succession.
    She whispered her thanks, but so softly he barely heard her.
    He turned her over, and she blinked to focus on him. “You’re built for a firm hand,” he told her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to drive into her until she screamed his name in submission. What the hell had he been thinking in promising her just one night? He wanted to possess her.
    She smiled. Her scowl was gone, replaced by peace. “That was hot,” she said. “I think I’m starting to