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should have expected that.
    Rex took another picture and another, maybe half a dozen shots all together.
    Should she have counted them?
    Would there be a test?
    “We’re going to build a photo album, you and me,” he said in that same quiet tone, his voice revealing that he was behind her. He moved to her left side, his jeans brushing against her thigh. That would be his thigh—she could tell by the hardness of the muscle inside the denim. She felt the weight of his left hand on the back of her waist, his fingers splayed wide. His heat was tantalizingly close and she knew his cock had to be near her hip. So near. She hoped he drilled her hard when he was done. She wondered which he’d use first, the paddle or the cat o’ nine tails. She instinctively rose higher on her toes, lifting her butt for the first blow.
    Rex chuckled.
    The first hard strike of the leather paddle made Amy jump. It snapped against her skin, making the flesh sting. Rex didn’t tease or play. He went for it, but—of course—he hit the perfect spot. The sweet spot, Eric had called it, the place right under the edge of the butt that felt the greatest sensation. Amy’s jump of surprise earned her four more sharp quick blows, each one excruciating and perfectly aimed. Her butt was hot, the skin tingling, and she was ready for another.
    But Rex stopped to tease her. Amy moaned as he slid his fingertips over hot butt in a long slow caress. He pinched the stinging skin, sending heat through her body. Then his hand slid under her ass, cupping it, squeezing it, caressing it before he drew circles around her anus with something firm but lubricated. What did he have? Amy didn’t know and couldn’t look.
    She had to trust.
    She had to surrender.
    She took a deep breath and shuddered as she let her protest go.
    “Very good.” Rex eased the tip of whatever it was inside her, teasing her with it so that the sensation became arousing. It was wet and slick, hard like a cock but smaller. Obviously lubricated. And the lubricant made her butt tingle in a way that tempted her to squirm. Rex worked it back and forth, in and out, easing it a little deeper each time.
    “You need to be opened up,” he said quietly. “You need to be ready for anything, Amy. This is a small butt plug. It won’t hurt you, but I think it will add to your pleasure.”
    She tried to answer him, but her “yes, master,” came out as a faint mumble. She realized he could do whatever he wanted to her, that he could overwhelm her with his strength as Eric had done more than once, and felt a frisson of panic.
    His fingers stroked her ass again. “Nod your agreement, Amy. Tell me that you trust me and that you want this.”
    Amy froze. She could decline. She could be in command of her own fate.
    But that wasn’t the point. She was supposed to be compliant.
    She nodded, surrendering to Rex’s knowledge and expertise. She wanted to know whether he was right about surrender.
    “Very good,” he said, real pleasure in his tone. Amy felt a surge of pride. “The reward will be worth it.” He rocked the tip of the plug against her, taking his time, ensuring she could accommodate it, then slid it inside her. To Amy’s surprise, her body seemed to welcome it, and drew the latex inside her with surprising speed. The plug felt both huge and small, making her feel both full and sealed. It felt forbidden and naughty, and quite good once she accepted its presence.
    In fact, that teasing lubricant made her wish it was bigger and harder.
    Like Rex.
    His fingers brushed her clitoris then, making her shiver with need.
    “On your toes,” Rex reminded her, his tone more gentle than stern. “It’s time for your reward.”
    Amy’s heart leapt at the prospect of orgasm.
    The next strike of the paddle was sharper than the first ones had been, hard and fast and dead on the sweet spot. It startled her, because she’d expected something else. By the third blow, though, she was loving it. Amy arched her