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her pussy was so great that it blended the pain and pleasure into a greater pleasure than she thought possible.
    “I’m going to do that again now.” His tone was so direct, so simple and without compromise that her protests fell away unspoken.
    Raven rose and stood beside the bed, lifting her tenderly in his arms. “Sweet child.” He kissed her forehead and sat down on the side of the bed, deftly turning her until she lay face down over his knees.
    The feel of his bare legs against her the bare skin of her belly was intoxicating. Raven never seemed to sweat and there was usually no 228
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    scent emanating from him when he was in close proximity but now, with her senses heightened beyond usual, she could smell a fresh, sharp, almost fruity odor.
    Evangeline could not see but she could feel his hand come to rest on her buttocks and begin to knead them deeply with his strong fingers. A gentle tap landed across both her buttocks quickly followed by another and another, increasing in intensity. With her hands tied behind her back she was helpless to prevent Raven’s hand descending with increasing speed. The pressure and the pain built rapidly and with it Evangeline’s arousal. The soaring climax that had engulfed her when Raven had rubbed her pearl that night in the tower was near once again, threatening to overwhelm her. She panted hard, stretching her legs out. “Let it come, my dear, do not hold back. Do not be ashamed to release your crisis. Your lovely little buttocks are scarlet with heat from my hand. The pleasure is raging through you.”
    His words together with the great, heavy spanks landing at a regular and fast rhythm across her buttocks served to inflame her still further. Her crisis came with a pounding in her head which matched the pounding on her backside. As if he knew the exact moment when her crisis overcame her, he spanked harder and faster to deepen the sensations. The cry that escaped her at the pinnacle of her climax cut the air, causing Raven to put his hand over her mouth to muffle the sound.
    Limp from exhaustion, tingling from head to foot with the aftermath, Evangeline hung across Raven’s lap, trembling as the sweat cooled on her body. Her small buttocks felt boiling and huge as if a beacon shone from them. Yet she did not want to move.
    “Sweet child,” Raven whispered. “Do you see what delights would be in store for you if only you married me?” He sounded wistful, almost sad.
    Utterly content, her body sated, her mind at peace, Evangeline could not respond. She allowed him to turn her until she lay across his knees looking up at him like a babe in arms. The light from the fire Sanguinarian 229
    turned his eyes golden and soft. The angles of his face made it impossible for him to appear soft, and yet he did. The tenderness of his gaze imbued Evangeline with a sense of love and protection she had never felt before.
    “I am your lord and master,” he said.
    Mutely, she nodded.
    “Evangeline, do you wish to remain intact?”
    “Yes, I must, for my future husband.”
    There was no mistaking the pain in his eyes at her words. She almost relented but could not. “My lord,” she whispered, “if you will release my hands, perhaps I could”—she lowered her voice still further—“touch you.”
    “You feel my rigid cock standing up beneath your sweet bottom.”
    He smiled. “You are right in thinking I crave relief of another kind.
    You have fed my body with your delectable blood. My manhood also craves relief.” Raven slid his hand beneath her buttocks. Evangeline felt one long finger slide between them and probe, touching her rear entry. She squirmed on Raven’s lap. “My lord,” she moaned, then realized all at once what he was suggesting. “My lord! No!”
    “Evangeline.” He smiled, looking deeply into her eyes. “My dear, surely you would not deny me, your lord, a little pleasure.”
    Eyes wide with fear she said, “Yes, my lord, I would. I would deny pleasure of that kind. Perhaps I could…” she fell silent, not wanting to suggest anything and unsure what might be possible.
    Raven stood up, cradling her close to his chest. For several breaths he stood rocking her gently. Then, as if he had come to a decision, he laid her on the bed. He took two small strips of leather and then straddled her, sitting lightly on her thighs, pinioning her hips. She was helpless and looked on in breathless anticipation while Raven tugged one first one nipple and