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burning flesh, slipping between her thighs, brushing her clit, circling. A light, teasing
touch that didn t take the pain away but added something else pleasure.
Abby gasped, shaking as the sensations twined around each other in an irresistible,
impossible combination.  I thought & you were supposed to give me & more.
 You might be able to handle it, but I can t. Sean s warmth engulfed her, his body up
against hers.  Jesus, you re so fucking amazing. Strong arms held her close but she
didn t want to be held. There was something wild inside her trying to break free and she
wanted to release it. She tried to turn in his arms but he held her tightly, pushing her
head down onto the couch cushions.  You had the pain, he murmured in her ear.  It s
time for the pleasure.
Then his hand slipped between her thighs again, a finger sliding inside her, and
pleasure exploded through her in a bright burst. She cried out, bucking against him, the
hard heat of his body a wall that she could shove against and yet wouldn t yield. So she
pushed back again, yet he didn t move, another finger sliding deep inside her, the
pleasure savage.
It was too much. Pleasure and pain and heat. She cried out against the cushions,
feeling his grip on her change, his breathing loud in her ear as he fumbled for something
behind her. She tried to turn, but his forearm rested across the back of her neck, holding
her down.  Don t move, he said fiercely.  If you want your pleasure, you ll have to
keep still.
Her skin burned already, the tension inside her drawn so tight she thought she would
scream. But she did as she was told, shivering. Because she needed this. Wanted it. She
hadn t known this was what she needed but it was. The pain had ripped something free
and now the pleasure would allow the release of whatever was behind it.
One of Sean s hands gripped her hips, while the other slid between her thighs, parting
her. Then came the pressure of his cock sliding inside her, thick and hard, stretching her
open. She shuddered, panting. He wasn t gentle, shoving himself deep before pulling
back then sliding in again. A desperate, relentless rhythm.
Stars fell behind her eyes, a white burst of brilliance. She sobbed with the pleasure of
it, with the pain against her raw skin.
 I m sorry, Abby, he whispered in a ragged voice in her ear.  I m so sorry.
And she knew what he was apologizing for. Not for the belt. Not for making her obey.
Not for giving her pain. But for leaving. For the whole sorry mess he d left for her to
deal with.
 Bastard, she sobbed as the pleasure scraped her raw, her vision blurred, her cheeks
wet with tears, the words spilling from the painful place inside her, the one she tried to
pretend wasn t there.  How could you do that? How could you leave me alone?
He didn t answer, holding her close. Moving inside her. Giving her pleasure in place
of another apology she would never have accepted in any case.
Eventually the words weren t enough so she didn t say anything either, pressing her
face against the couch. But as the pleasure began to overwhelm her, one powerful arm
slid up the front of her body, pulling her back against him, urging her head back against
his shoulder. And he gripped her, holding her tightly as the climax hit, his fingers curling
around her throat in a gentle possessive hold, his breath warm against her neck.
She screamed, going taut in his arms.
 I m sorry, sweetheart, he said, low and rough.  I m so sorry. For everything.
* * *
Sean couldn t move, his head ringing from the orgasm that had left him barely
conscious.
He hadn t wanted to hurt her not when he d already dished out so much pain but
he was the one who d set up the rules and she d called him on it. He had to follow
through. So that s what he d done, like he d done all through the years with the club.
Backed up the rules with punishment.
The sound of his belt striking her pale flesh echoed in his brain, heaping another layer
onto his guilt. She d gasped when he d struck her, shivering and shaking. Sobbing. That
polished front of hers completely gone. And yet she hadn t said  enough, like she would
have just lain there all night and taken it.
She was so strong and a part of him had reveled in her strength. Dealing out
punishment had always been satisfying to him on a level he never wanted to examine
too closely, yet dealing it out to her, watching how she d taken it from him, had been
the biggest fucking turn-on ever. That she d come apart in his arms, that he d made her
feel something, was an even bigger turn-on. But another part of him didn t like that
she d felt she had to prove something to him. And had used pain to prove it.
Abby didn t move, fallen back against him, the silky brush of her hair along his jaw.
He kept on holding her, sliding his hands up her stomach, cupping her breasts in his
palms, then stroking down her sides, soothing her. She was trembling, her breathing
coming in short, hard gasps.
How could you leave me alone?
Finally the truth, the pain in her voice like a knife. It hurt. Everything hurt. But shit,
he goddamn deserved it, didn t he?
He undid the tie around her wrists then curled his arms around her, holding her
tightly.  Are you okay? he asked thickly, having to force the words out because his
throat kept closing down on them.  Did I hurt you too bad? Talk to me, Abby.
A long moment passed when she didn t say anything at all. Then she pulled his arms
away from her and twisted in his lap to face him. Tears streaked her cheeks, makeup
running, her hair tangled and mussed, molten fury in her eyes.
He knew what was coming immediately and didn t avoid the blow. Her hand cracked
across his cheek, and fuck, she had power behind that arm. His head rang for the second
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