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CHAPTER21
Evie
It’s official. I’ve lost my fucking mind.
Nothing else can explain why I stood there, bent over, legs spread, while this manbeltedme.
The pain was incandescent. Even now, my ass is so sore, tears keep filling my eyes. I’ve never felt anything like it.
And I’m not just talking about the agony.
Yes, it hurt like hell… but there was something else. Something deeper. Somethingcarnal.
With every strike, a raw power filled me. It drowned out the screams of agony from my nerve endings, and coated my scorched flesh with ice. Then it buried itself deep, deep between my legs, right into my core.
Where it blossomed into something transcendent.
I’m still filled with that energy, thatpower, but when Owen felt how wet I was, it began crumbling.
As if he’s reading my thoughts, he slams his cupped hand against my pussy. The sting is nothing compared to the pain of the belt, but it reignites the flame within me.
“Please,” I whisper.
Owen presses his mouth to my jaw. “What is it my toy wants?” He slaps my pussy again. “Because you still have five lashes left, and—”
“No, please.” I grind against his hand as he cups me, sliding my hands up his arms and grabbing his shoulders. “Owen, please, I can’t.”
“What makes you think I care?”
I pull away to look into his slate-colored eyes, trying to summon words, but my voice fails me. He’s gazing down at me with a soft, almost paternal gaze… but there’s a hardness in his eyes that makes me realize he’s telling the truth.
Hedoesn’tcare how much it hurts. I owe him five more lashes, and that’s all there is to it.
A sob clenches my chest just at the thought of having to bear one more blow of his belt. I have to persuade him to go easy on me. I have to make himstop.
Slowly, I grab the edge of my hoody and tank top and pull the clothes over my head. Owen’s gaze stays locked with mine for a second before he scans my naked, moonlit body. When he’s worked his way back up to my face, everything is tingling.
“You’re offering a trade?” he asks lightly, tilting his head as if he’s fascinated by my bravado. “Risky… I could just add more lashes.”
I lick my lips, and then scoop my breasts into my hands, kneading them. His eyes stay fixed to mine.
It’s not enough. He wants more.
“May I…?” I brush my fingers over the bottom of his shirt.
He says nothing, his eyes unreadable as I grab his shirt and try to pull it over his head. He’s much too tall for me to manage it, of course, but when I’m standing on tiptoes, he helps—tugging the fabric free and dropping it on the floor.
Still, he just stands there. Waiting.
So I unbutton his jeans, pull down his fly, and slide my hand inside his boxers to grab his dick.
“If you let me off the hook, I’ll…” I blush, words failing me.
His voice is more of a growl. “You’ll what?”
“I’ll… suck you.”
“You’ll suck what?” He moves his hips forward, grinding himself against my hand. He’s so fucking hard, so fuckingbig. “My toes? My fingers?”
