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The hum of the vibrator stops. The lock on my cage is disengaged, and the door opens.

Anticipation consumes me. It’s not fear this time. It’s longing.

I gasp and arch when he thrusts a finger into me. “Such a greedy cunt. You couldn’t keep from coming, and then you couldn’t make it stop. Is that right, little slut?”

I nod.

He adds another finger. “So tight. I bet holding on to the bullet wouldn’t have been difficult. You pushed it out on purpose, didn’t you, slutty girl?”

I nod again, purring around the bit.

“You want to know what it will feel like to have your pussy spanked.”

It’s not a question, and I don’t respond with any motion of my head or any sound. Instead, I press my knees wider and lift my hips toward him in supplication.

He chuckles, and I’m surprised when he reaches around to the back of my head and removes the bit.

My saliva drips down my chin. He doesn’t wipe it up. He also doesn’t take the blindfold off.

His fingers tap my nipples next, catching me off guard. “You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

I swallow. “Yes, Sir.” His words sound like praise. That’s how fucked up I am. I know it, but I don’t care.

“I’m going to use a crop on your pussy, naughty girl.”

Shivers race up and down my spine.

“Ask me to crop your naughty cunt, Daphne. Ask for what you need.”

I lick my lips. “Please crop my naughty cunt, Master.” My voice is strained with desperation.

He touches my swollen folds again and circles my clit, forcing it to engorge further. A second after his finger disappears, I hear the whoosh of the crop right before it lands on my pussy. It’s so painful that all the air leaves my lungs as I scream.

My clit throbs from the intensity. I can’t draw in a breath. I slump forward.

Eventually, Silver strokes my cheek and then removes my blindfold. “Such a good girl. I’m proud of you for asking for what you need. Do you understand what a masochist you are, little slut?”

“Yes, Sir,” I mumble.

He cups my cheek and tips my head back, so I’m looking him in the eyes. “No one else could ever give you what you need. Do you realize that, precious?”

“Yes, Master.” I don’t blink. He’s right. It’s unnerving, but it’s the truth.

Twenty-Four

Daphne

* * *

At eight-thirty the next morning, I stand before Silver, holding my head high while he rubs his chin. He’s inspecting me, but he’s also still deciding whether or not to let me go to my first class.

Between the spanking I took to my pussy and now, I’ve done everything to prove to him I’m trustworthy.

I crawled to the table and kneeled before him, letting him feed me while keeping my hands on my thighs.

Holding his cock in my mouth, I suckled him while he leisurely ate the rest of the food on our shared plate.

I took my Master’s thick length into the back of my throat and swallowed every drop of his come.