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She had never whipped him with the depth he desired until now; three lashes in, however, and he realized that it was a mistake.

A month’s worth of locked up anguish poured forward through her control of the whip and by the fourth cut into his shoulder blades, he wanted to scream the safe word.

Don’t let her do this. This is unhealthy, he thought, skin searing. A fine sheen of sweat had already coated his entire body. He burned. Levi pulled so hard on his chains that his wrists popped in warning. No, he countered. Now I know she’s alive.

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