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Before she could arrange herself, he lifted one knee to unbalance her. As she tried to press her palms against the floor, he placed one of his legs behind her knees, trapping her with her full ass on total display, her buttocks where he wanted them.
He’d promised her no bruises, so he took his time caressing her skin, then rubbing it vigorously.
“Uhmp.”
Because of her undignified position, it would be difficult for her to speak, and her moans suited him fine. He continued to rub until her flesh turned a satisfying pink.
“This…” She squealed. “Not…spanking.”
“It’s part of it.” He could do this all night. Rafe gave her a few gentle swats, making sure there was plenty of blood flow to the area he intended to paddle.
“That’s all?” Despite his admonition, she turned her head to look at him. “I thought it would hurt.”
“That wasn’t the spanking.” He chuckled at her innocence. “It was a small warm-up.”
“Oh.” She allowed her body to go limp.
“I’m going to give a few with my hand.”
“Yum.” Her gasp thrilled him.
After placing a hand on the far side of her waist, he spanked each of her buttocks.
She sighed and settled into him more. Damn. Her trust… He rubbed the affected spots. “The next will be a little harder. Breathe through it and accept. Struggle will make any pain more problematic. But it will dissipate if you sink into it.” He stroked between her legs. As hot and swollen as her pussy was, it wouldn’t take much to turn her on.
He gave her two more fast swats.
“Oh, Rafe. I have to… You have to let me…”
“No.” He delivered the last two that he intended to give her with his hand. “How are you doing so far?”
“It’s so…amazing.”
Her surrender humbled him. “My sweet, sweet Hope.” He wondered if she’d say the same thing when he switched to the paddle? He stroked her for a few seconds until she tightened her buttocks and began to buck. Before she could come, he pulled his hand away. “Rafe!”
“We’re almost there,” he promised, picking up the paddle. “This will hurt more than the hand spanks.” He pressed the wood against the fleshiest part of her ass. “Remember my advice?”
“Breathe. Accept it.”
“Close enough.” He pulled back the paddle, then swung it, hitting the place he’d intended.
She lifted her head, her hair spilling around her like a curtain.
“Breathe,” he prompted.
As if starved for oxygen, she gulped for air.
“And again.”
She did.
“Better?” He pushed his hand against the heated spot.
She nodded, and the clip fell from her hair to clatter against the hardwood floor.
The pink of her skin was the stuff of fantasies. He’d dream of it forever. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
He aimed for a spot right above the other. Afterward, he stroked away the pain.
“Oh, God.”
She didn’t have to tell him the problem. He smelled her pheromones. She liked this. This sexy woman was born for him.
The third strike of the paddle was the searing brand of his possession.
“Rafe!”
This time, he didn’t touch the mark, didn’t try to take away her pain. Instead, he savored the sight and her whimpers. Mine. Hope was his, whether she acknowledged it or not.
After the fourth, she understood what to do and found the rhythm he set. Instead of tightening her muscles, she kept them loose. “Beautiful,” he told her.
He paddled her again, much harder this time. The shameless sub tried to grind her cunt against his thigh. “Hussy.” Christ almighty. He couldn’t enjoy her more.
“Please, please, please.”
“Say it.”
“Sir!”
She turned the honorific into a plaintive wail. It took extraordinary resolve not to lift her, hold her against him and give her the orgasm she so prettily begged for. “Last one.” He aimed for her sit spot, so she wouldn’t forget it for a long time.
Even though he warned her, she didn’t clench. “Ask for it,” he encouraged.
“I want you to paddle me, please.”
