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tears, then kissed her forehead.
    She nearly came undone.
    “You’re an excellent sub.” When she dragged her breathing back under control, he added, “Now, into the bedroom, and take the lube with you.”
    That dreaded lube. Surely he was making her carry it around as a form of torture.
    “When I join you, I want to find you on all fours.”
    In her bedroom, she used the few moments of solitude to compose herself. This experience with Master Zachary was everything she could have hoped for, everything she’d yearned for. And yet…unbelievably, it was so much more, taking her to places she hadn’t dreamt of.
    His touch, his demands, him making her watch, exploiting what he knew to be her weakness for voyeurism. Under his dominance, she was sometimes able to forget her issues with her body, and instead, like he would say, get out of her own way. When she did, she enjoyed every moment of the experience. She never wanted it to end.
    She got into position. Thankfully, the floor was carpeted and not as difficult to kneel on. She took a few steadying breaths, intent on being the sub he wanted.
    When he entered the room, her heart skipped a beat. So much for the steadying breaths. When he was near, she lost her ability to have a rational thought.
    She wondered if she’d ever get to the point where she had no reaction when he entered a room.
    He carried the mirror. He leant it up against a wall. Then he took down the mirror she had hanging over her dresser and placed that one at an adjacent angle.
    “Turn a bit,” he instructed, “so that your arse faces the mirror.” He indicated the one to her right. “I want your arse towards the mirror.”
    Her body trembled from the pain, and from the emotions she didn’t know how to sort out.
    “Tell me what you see,” he urged.
    She sought his gaze in the mirror. From this position, she saw her reddened buttocks. “The sub’s arse has been well beaten, Master.” And her thighs were thicker than she wanted, but she didn’t add that part. “I…she…can see the shape of Master’s handprint.”
    He waited, arms folded over his chest.
    She wiggled a bit, then, a bit reluctantly, she said, “Sub thinks it looks sexy.”
    “It does,” he agreed.
    His quick smile of approval on his face softened his features, made the jagged scar less prominent, and made her want to please him even more.
    “I’m not finished with you. Present,” he snapped.
    Slowly, having to remember the position, she lowered herself into present.
    “Reach back and spread your abused buttocks.”
    Her skin stung as she parted her arse cheeks for him.
    She felt him squeeze some of that dratted cool lube onto her anus.
    “Don’t break position,” he warned.
    Having been punished once, she wasn’t anxious to repeat the experience anytime soon.   She’d much rather Master was pleased with her.
    “I’m going to insert my finger,” he told her. “I’ll be properly lubed, but it won’t be comfortable your first time. I will be pushing past your sphincter muscle. You can make it easier on yourself by bearing down.”
    She moved her hips from side to side, silently asking for mercy. He gave none.
    She felt his fingertip slide in a bit.
    Good God! How big was his finger?
    He worked it out, then back in, a little deeper, then a little deeper.
    “Bear down.”
    Squeezing her eyes shut, she did.
    He slipped past his first knuckle, and he continued on until he was buried to the hilt.
    She tried to get away, but he placed his free arm across her hipbones and drew her back, holding her firmly.
    “Not so bad?”
    “Terrible,” she complained.
    He laughed. “I’m going to finger fuck your arse,” he said. “And you’re going to watch.” He knelt behind her. “Open your eyes, Marnie.”
    She so didn’t want to do this.
    He smacked her left flank. Instantly she opened her eyes.
    In the mirror, she saw her bare pussy lips, her swollen clit, and the way her anal whorl was presented to him.
    “Keep