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Perhaps the cathartic moment should curtail my salacious actions, even for a little while, but even the longing to discover my identity had taken a backseat to the craving I had for the beautiful woman in my arms.
And the need to discipline her.
Spanking her was as natural as breathing, which meant I was a dominating force in any relationship.
“You will never be allowed to tie me up, you bastard,” Georgia said, but her tone had shifted into the one from the night before, seductive and ripped with passion. I tossed her onto the bed, fighting to remove her shoes before I could release her legs from the tight confines of the faded denim.
Just the sight of her rounded bottom was enough to force my balls to tighten even more. I rubbed my jaw, the ache from where she’d kicked me a reminder of why I was spanking her in the first place. The second I took my eyes off her, she scrambled to the other side, her actions making me grin. Leaning over, I managed to grab her by the ankle, yanking her back.
She repeated the move because I allowed her to and I did the same with mine, swatting her bottom twice as a reminder that I was in charge.
Georgia fisted her hands, which I instinctively knew was prefacing her attempt to pound my face or worse.
Woof.
Max’s single huffing bark drew her attention.
“Attack, Max. Get the bad man.”
Max did nothing but swish his tail back and forth.
“While you were gone, Max and I had a chance to bond,” I told her as I stuffed a pillow under her pelvis, patting her bottom before grabbing the belt and folding it in half.
“Treacherous beast,” she told him. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because you almost had a nervous breakdown and you attacked me not once but twice. You need to learn that I’m not your enemy. But my little peach, I’m well aware you have one. And how do I know?”
She tipped her head to the side. “How?”
“Because it came to me that I have dozens. I know the signs. I understand the aggravation. Perhaps you’ll realize that I might be the only man who can rid you of your nightmare.”
“Maybe you’re my nightmare.”
“Somehow, I think even you know better. Thirty strikes. If you’re a good girl, that’s all you’ll need. But if you fight me or attempt to get away, I will tie you to this bed and triple the amount. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, but you’re still a bastard.”
She was already calmer while I was becoming overly agitated, but my agitation was from intense need. Not only had she been the catalyst for helping my memory start to return, even if in an unintentional way by smashing my head against a wall, she’d also awakened serious desires.
Ones I had a feeling had been shoved aside a long time ago.
I didn’t hesitate any longer, bringing the belt down two times, the snapping sound of my wrist tossing gasoline onto the flames. It felt strangely right to have the thick strap of leather in my hand, using it not out of anger but continued domination. It was apparent Sabatino was also a sadist. She shuddered both physically and audibly, keeping her hands tightly fisted.
After taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes, catching a vision of myself in a different suit. Wherever the memory had originated, I was obviously at a party of some kind. I issued four more brutal cracks of my belt across her sit spot. Her skin was already a beautiful shade of the softest rose from the hard strikes. I brushed my fingertips from one side to the other, realizing my breathing was almost as labored as hers had been.
“Such a bad little peach. Aren’t you?” I no longer recognized my deep voice, the raspy sound very likely adding to what she considered my dark and dangerous persona. I’d laughed at her perception before. Now I knew she was right.
Georgia didn’t bother answering, keeping her cheek pressed into the comforter while she kicked out her legs.
I brought the belt down several additional times; hearing her whimpers breaking free tugged at something deep inside of me. She shoved her legs together, twisting her hips. “None of that.” Breathing normally was becoming more difficult as I pulled her legs apart, exposing her glistening pussy lips.
Fuck me. My throat was suddenly parched, the desire to drive my tongue deep into her tight channel as formidable as the sassy woman had been before.
I closed my eyes again, fighting another round of urges. I was losing the battle, my determination to curtail her bad behavior slowly fading.
Before I had a chance to rethink my decision, I brought the belt down multiple times, one coming right after the other like a metronome.
She slammed her hands onto the bed, lifting her torso and arching her back. “Oh, God. I won’t fight you. I… promise.”
