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rough thrusts. His animal enthusiasm was completely at odds with the controlled elegance of all his actions thus far, and even though every time he pushed in, he hurt her striped bottom cruelly, his desperation granted power, and equal pleasure, to her too.
    His wild, blasphemous shouts exalted her spirit. When she gripped him with her pussy, that made him sob. And redouble his efforts.
    It was a wild ride, an agonizing gallop, an ascension to bliss.
    When he reached beneath her, and touched her clit, she matched his profanity... then came like an avalanche, praising his name, his real name, sharing his climax.
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    Later, Mary-Anne lay in his bed, face down, almost floating. Her bottom still throbbed ferociously, and she knew it was striated with six substantial and overlapping red lines, stark and vivid. But she'd never been happier in her life, and the weight of her master's hand... Benedict's hand... resting lightly at the small of her back, was like an angel's touch, a blessing on her suffering.
    "You're magnificent... you know that, don't you? Everything I ever dreamed."
    He was lying beside her, also on his front, with his face turned to hers. He was as exhausted as she, and she was in no doubt he was equally as happy. There was no way a man could fake that tell-tale glow.
    Gentle now, he'd been stringent earlier, freeing her from the trestle, half carrying her here, and plowing her again, and again, on her back, on this bed. His hammering her against the mattress had been like beating her buttocks all over again, but she'd relished it, out and out invited it, dragging his hands to her punished flesh and compelling him to clasp her stripes as he pounded into her, gasping incoherently.
    Locked in a combat of pleasure, they'd climaxed together, time after time, until exhaustion claimed them.
    "You were pretty fabulous yourself, considering," she murmured, shifting her pelvis against the mattress, aroused once more despite feeling wrung out and barely half awake. "I would never ever have known your secret... you were perfect."
    "Yes, I wasn't bad, was I?" She could hear the smile in his voice as the tip of his finger brushed the very end of one of her stripes, making her hiss. "In fact I think I was pretty damned outstanding for a 'master' who's never mastered anyone in real life ever before."
    "You were perfect. Everything I ever dreamed of too." Her heart fluttered. It was more than the pain. More than the pleasure. Everything they'd shared in their long, deep, no holds barred correspondence had been completely fulfilled in their meeting in the flesh. Fulfilled and exceeded beyond her wildest hopes and fantasies, both her erotic ones and her gentler dreams, borne of emotion.
    "So, we're both perfect..." His voice was thoughtful, as measured as his tantalizing hand, "In which case, wouldn't it be a shame not to... to continue? And progress?"
    He was still her Master, but the little hesitation made him her equal too. It only confirmed he too wanted more than just the sex.
    It made her able to say, "Yes, that's what I want too... And I think we should collaborate... write together. We've made fantasy into reality between us, so now we can make reality back into fantasy."
    He laughed, softly and happily. "I thought you'd never ask."
    Slowly, slowly, he ran a fingernail down the fiercest of her stripes, making her moan and hiss through her teeth; while at the same time he slid his other hand beneath her belly, working into her fleece and finding her clit with perfect accuracy.
    Scratch and circle, scratch and circle, scratch and circle. Within seconds she was coming hard, yet again.
    "Shall we make a story of this too?" he purred in her ear, even as she climaxed.
    "Yes... Oh God, yes, please!"
    While Mary-Anne groaned and laughed, all a-jumble in her pleasure, Benedict's answer was a happy sigh, a breath of triumph.
    "I love you," he whispered, still fondling her sticky sex.
     
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