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paddle the way Stephen had showed me. It was heavier than I remembered it being, and my muscles in my biceps and shoulder pulled as I lined it up with his ass.
    “You also helped me turn my brain off. I’m always thinking things ten steps ahead, worrying and wondering. I can’t do that when you have me bound and clamped. I don’t know, it’s as if when you’ve got me pinned down, my brain has permission to switch off for a bit. I want to give that to you, give you that gift so you can understand too.”
    I wasn’t really prepared for the vibrations up my arm when the paddle connected with his ass. The sound was impressive to say the least. I’m so used to being the one to feel the effects that go along with that noise, my pussy had dampened. Pavlov was a jerk and really frigging smart.
    Gareth groaned. Yeah, I recognized that noise too. It’s the one I make when he’s pushed a bit too hard, too fast, I need a few minutes to adjust. He never gave it to me.
    I made sure the second slap landed in the same spot.
    “Tell me what you’re feeling.” Oops, there was that Dom growl again from him. I made sure to land two smacks to his other ass cheek. “I don’t hear you talking.”
    “It fucking hurts.”
    “More.” Another smack.
    “It burns. Really burns. I didn’t think it was that intense.” Smack. “Fuck! My dick and balls are tingling.” Smack. “Dammit, Liz.”
    “Not Liz. Not tonight.”
    I landed three more spanks with the paddle before tossing it aside so I could admire the result. Not too bad for an amateur—self-high-five. His skin was nice and red, without a trace of white to be found. Gareth was panting, leaning heavily on the cross. I could tell he was in that stunned awareness phase, where your brain is trying to catch up to all the sensations your body is throwing at you.
    Embracing my newfound inner bitch, I raked my nails down his ass. “I think I understand why you enjoy spanking me so much.”
    My hands were shaking, which threw me. Sure I was turned-on seeing him in this position, but I didn’t think I’d have reacted so strongly. And shaking hands right now were bad because I wanted to try the flogger. The last thing I wanted was to miss my mark.
    Ah fuck it. I’d make it work.
    The flogger I’d picked out wasn’t one that would cause a great deal of harm if I was careful. Honestly, it was one of my favorites for Gareth to use on me. It was only fair that I show him firsthand what the appeal of it was.
    I walked around the front of the cross, needing to make sure he was still okay. A peek down to his nice hard cock told me everything I needed to know. Hands still warm? Yup. Gareth slowly becoming a drooling mess? Oh yeah.
    All going according to The Plan.
    Holding up the flogger, I tapped the end of his nose with it. “Exactly how horny are you right now?”
    He looked up and I don’t think I could ever remember his eyes being that dark before. “I could fuck you through the floor.” He licked his lips. “Twice.”
    “Excellent.” Hell yes, I was grinning. “No coming until I say you can. I’m going to flog you now.”
    “You’re not being Mistress Elizabeth anymore. This is Liz I’m seeing.”
    Of course he would pick up on that. “I believe Mistress Elizabeth can act however the hell she wants. If that means I get to be excited about being able to flog my man, then I’ll be excited.”
    That was him told.
    Gareth had the nerve to roll his eyes. “Yes, Mistress.”
    I gave the chain linking his nipple clamps a solid tug before moving around behind him. “Don’t be a jerk or I’ll get out the butt plug.”
    “You know, there will eventually be payback for this.”
    “God, I hope so.”
    I widened my stance and gave the flogger a few tentative swings to get the feel for it. I’d briefly practiced last night on a pillow, which was weird. Yes, I kept calling it a bad pillow as I beat it. Sue me.
    With my first swing I connected the leather tendrils against his