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Something soft and cool tickled against her burning ass. It took a moment for her brain to recognize it must be the fur-covered side of the paddle. He moved it sensually over her flesh. It felt good, soothing and calming her with its soft touch.
“Good girl,” he said in a soft, silky voice. “Stay just like that. I’m going to paddle you harder this time. You can show me what a brave, strong woman you are.”
Her first impulse was to squeal in protest and cover her butt with her hands. But his words gave her pause. Was she strong and brave? Was that what it took to submit?
She’d never really thought about submission in those terms, but the concept resonated. She wasn’t passively being “done to.” She had chosen this. She’d asked for it. She wanted it.
The paddle landed with a loud, painful smack against her flesh. In spite of her resolve, Dahlia yelped. But she managed to resist the impulse to cover her ass with her hands. Instead, she clenched them into fists, determined to tough it out.
He struck the other cheek, even harder, and she yelped again.
“Breathe, Dahlia. Deep, easy breaths to keep yourself centered. Remember, you need to accept the pain.” She could barely hear him over the roar of blood rushing in her ears. “Open yourself to it. Give yourself to it.”
She had no idea how to give herself to pain, but she could focus on her breathing. She drew in a breath and tried to release it slowly. But another hard wallop of the paddle, this time against her thighs, brought tears to her eyes.
Then it struck her ass, catching her across both cheeks. The force of the blow made the tears spill over as she yowled. Her ass was on fire.
But so was her cunt.
I am a strong, brave woman. I have the ultimate control.
As the paddle continued to crash with relentless force against her ass and thighs, the heat that radiated from her skin seeped deep into her body. Everything fell away but the slapping sound of the leather, the pounding of her heart and her ragged breathing.
Time shuddered and slid out of focus. The concept of pain and pleasure ceased to have separate meaning. There was no past or present, only this moment, this white, hot heat engulfing her, consuming her, claiming her…
Hayden’s voice, gentle and low, penetrated the deep, womb-like cocoon that cradled her gently in its arms. “You’re there, Dahlia,” he breathed, awe in his tone. “So perfect. I knew you could do it.”
As she slowly returned from wherever it was she had been, a sound escaped her throat, half laugh, half sob.
Hayden brought his arms around her and lifted her, setting her gently on the mattress beside him. “I’ll be right back.”
She sank back into a pleasant stupor until she felt the give in the mattress as he sat back down. “You took quite a paddling. This ice should help soothe the sting.”
She shivered as he ran ice over her tender, hot flesh. She sighed with pleasure as he alternated the cold ice with his warm hands. Then he stroked that wonderful salve over her ass and the backs of her thighs, almost erasing the pain.
His hands lingered, gliding again between her parted thighs. “You have earned my cock. Since your ass is still tender, I’m going to take you from behind. I want to feel that heat against me when I enter you.”
Dahlia’s cunt instantly reacted to his words, a gush of moisture slicking the folds of her sex. But the rest of her was too deliciously exhausted to move a muscle.
Undeterred, Hayden shifted her to the center of the bed and positioned himself behind her. Placing a strong arm around her waist, he lifted her to all fours. Somewhere along the way, he’d removed his clothing, and now the crown of his hard cock nudged its way between her legs.
Still supporting her around the waist, he cupped her breast with his free hand. She gasped as sure fingers found her nipple. He rolled it between his fingers until it was stiff and throbbing. Letting her go, he tweaked the other nipple until it was as engorged and sensitized as the other.
Then he cupped her cunt, sensually rubbing his palm against her vulva until she moaned, arching her back in pleasure. Leaning over, he murmured close to her ear, “Beg me, Dahlia. Beg me to fuck you.”
Too far gone to care how she sounded, Dahlia moaned, “Please, Sir. Oh, god. Please, please fuck me.”
His cock slipped easily into her hot, wet cunt. Heat flooded through her core as he eased himself inside her. Both hands were on her hips now, guiding her back as he thrust forward. The pleasure was so acute it was nearly unbearable. As he fucked her, he rubbed her clit with just the right amount of friction.
