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She had control of her fingers and toes, and her head, but not much of anything else. It was a brilliant bondage position, but she didn’t think she was a fan.

Genie smelled the cinnamon oil a few seconds before she felt the plug at her asshole.

“We’ll start with something small, and cinnamon oil, but I have pepper oil and a larger plug,” he told her. “By the way, we’re the only people on this floor. I asked Brooke to work her magic on the clerk when we checked in, and I talked to the cleaning ladies when they stopped by today, to make sure. They had no idea why a room on this floor had been rented out, since the lower floors aren’t full yet. So, feel free to scream if the mood hits you.”

He pushed the plug in and out several times before he patted her ass and stood, probably to retrieve another instrument of torture.

The cinnamon burned, but she refused to whine or moan.

Something struck her ass hard enough to make her swing, and she lifted her head to see what he had — a thick leather paddle.Fuck. Her bottom stung and grew warm, but her knees screamed louder with the swinging motion, not to mention how much it disoriented her. Owls were supposed to perch on top of the branch, not swing below it upside down and backwards.

“What’s the login and password for your cash app?”

Genie shook her head and let it hang again. If she was going to give it up, she may as well do it now, but she was okay. Truth be told, she kind of wanted to see what else he’d do.

Ten more strikes, all at once, and he said, “Just tell me the email address you use to access it, and I’ll stop with the impact play.”

Genie shook her head again, and then screamed when a cane struck the spot between ass and thighs. Right where it fucking hurts the most.

It was a whippy cane, and he struck her another five times in quick succession, likely making a row of welts down her thighs as he went. He couldn’t go far down, so he soon headed back to her ass, and Genie screamed when the cane hit where it’d already landed.

“You just need to tell me your email address, and the impact tools stop.”

She blurted it out, all at once, and he tossed the cane on a bed and patted her pussy, then ran a finger inside.

“Mmmm.”

His finger went in and came out with no problem. Her body was ready for sex, and had been since that first text.

Something larger went into her pussy. Hard. She lifted her head again and saw wires going from her pussy to a box in his hands, and she dropped her head with a whimper she hadn’t intended to make.

“What’s the password?”

She closed her eyes and waited for what she knew was coming, and he didn’t make her wait long.

Burning, jolting pain, inside her pussy so it clenched and spasmed. She jerked and yelped, and her head flew back, making her entire body swing helplessly.

“That was a two second jolt. Next one’s two seconds again if you answer the question, four seconds if you don’t. Is it all numbers, all letters, or a combination?”

“Combination!”

The next jolt came and Genie held her breath. He was going to end up with it, piece by little piece, but giving him little bits here and there didn’t seem like such a big deal to stop the pain.

She hadn’t been paying attention to what he was doing, and she yelped again at a sharp pain to her clit. No, not the clit, the hood. She couldn’t see, but cool air on her clit told her he’d used a needle to hold the hood up and off of her clit.

“I have a wand,” he told her, and then electricity hit her clit and she forgot her knees and her wrists and the damned cinnamon oil in her ass, because nothing existed except her clit — including the ten or so inches they say it extends up inside you.

“Does it start with a number or a letter? Tell me, and I won’t shock your clit again.”

He shocked it five more times before she blurted out, “Letter!”Fuck.

The wand went back onto the bed, and he said, “What’s the letter.”

She shook her head, and another shock hit inside of her pussy, and this one had to be four or five seconds long.

“The first letter?”

She shook her head again, and the shock came longer this time. Eight, maybe ten seconds. As soon as she could breathe, she said, “H, fuck, it starts with H.”