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“Don’t you dare come,” he warns. “If you come, I will make you regret it. This is not for you. This fuck is for me. You’ll get yours when I say so.”

I bite down on my lip hard enough to taste blood. I try to focus on anything except the pleasure and how hot my husband is.

Dane groans and thrusts deep one last time. I feel him pulse inside me as he comes, and it takes everything I have not to come, too.

He pulls out of me. I hate the feeling of his hand leaving my throat and his dick not inside me anymore. I’m still lying on the seat with my dress bunched around my waist and his cum dripping down my thighs. The plug is still inside me.

“Get on your feet.” He tucks his dick back into his slacks and zips them up. He picks up my torn panties from the floorboard and puts them in his pocket.

I stand straight, despite my shaking legs. My pussy is throbbing. My ass is on fire and stretched around the plug. I debate trying to rub my thighs together to see if it will cause enough friction that I can make myself come.

He opens my door for me. “Get back in your seat.”

I lower myself onto the leather, and the plug pushes deeper inside me as soon as my ass hits the seat. I gasp. I can feel his cum dripping out of my pussy and soaking my dress.

Dane gets into the driver’s seat and starts the SUV. He does not say anything for a long moment. Then, he reaches over and rests his hand on my thigh like nothing happened.

“You might be telling me the truth about the conversation with Harrison. I haven’t decided yet. But you lied about speaking with him. You have to stop lying to me, Whitney. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“When we get home, you are going to kneel beside me while I work. We’ll see if you’re finally going to learn your lesson.”

I clasp his hand as my show of agreement.

“Good girl.” He squeezes my leg.

I sit there with my thighs pressed together and his cum still dripping from me. The plug stretches me with every bump in the road. My pussy is aching for the release I desperately need.

I’m so fucked up. I should hate this. I should be humiliated.

But all I can think about is how much I want him to punish me again. I want him to spank me and use me.

I’m completely addicted to it. To him.

And I’m going to betray him. Because I have no choice.

I can’t risk anything happening to Sloane. I can take whatever I must if it means she’s safe. And if I could kill Harrison, I fucking would. But there is no way to get to him, and going anywhere near the asshole is sure to set Dane on edge.

The faster this business is done, the better. And Dane has the money to pay Harrison whatever it is that he wants.

So, I’ll lie. I’ll spy. I’ll betray my husband.

Soon enough Harrison will have what he wants, and he’ll leave me alone. I’ll take every punishment I earn along the way.

I have already killed for my daughter, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe.

Even if it costs me everything.

Chapter 6

DANE

Whitney kneels beside my desk. It’s been almost an hour.

I haven’t let her change out of her dress or put panties on.

I reach down and run my fingers through her hair. She leans into the touch as if she desperately needs affection from me.