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“Would you like to start with a session over my knee, angel?” he threatened.

“Perhaps,” I teased.

He grabbed me around the waist and threw me over his shoulder. Even with my wings, I was still so much smaller than him and he lifted me with ease. I liked that and giggled as he smacked my bottom hard.

“Then so it shall be,” he said dangerously.

I smiled and blushed hard, looking forward to what was to come.

Chapter Eleven

He sat down on the bed and had me stand before him. I shivered as his gaze darkened, biting my lip as I fidgeted back and forth.

“Vampire. Sorceress. And now an angel, and still, when I decide you need to be reminded that you’re mine, you don’t have a choice, do you, Ruby?” Cain said darkly. His eyes narrowed in my direction, watching me as I shivered before him. I was covered in dirt, sweat, and blood. I was filthy from the remnants of battle in only a pair of jeans and the shredded remains of my bra, but he still looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world.

It felt empowering and arousing all in the same breath.

“Do you know what else you’ll be soon, angel?” he whispered, taking his finger and lifting my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes in that single movement.

“No, Master,” I answered softly.

“You’re going to be my queen,” he continued.

For a long moment, he was silent as he stared back at me. I trembled as I stood before him, waiting for him to hurt me or caress me, but he didn’t. Not yet. Instead, with incredible calmness, he turned me around and unclasped my bra. He pulled off my leather boots and unbuttoned my jeans, pushing them down over my hips until they gathered around my ankles. He guided my feet out of them, leaving me in only my panties and socks. It didn’t take much longer for me to be stripped completely naked after that.

His fingers gently caressed my skin, worshipping every inch of my body. He explored my flesh, softly touching my breasts and the curves of my hips, the place behind my ears and all along my throat. Nothing about his touch was punishing as he inspected all of me. I shivered with desire, his fingers warming more than just my skin.

He stood in front of me and grasped the cheeks of my bottom, lifting me into the air and depositing me on the bed. He climbed on top of me and curled his fingers around my throat, pinning me into place as he kissed me with fervent need.

“So beautiful. So strong. Yet still, you’re mine,” he murmured.

“I’m yours,” I whispered, arching my hips up against him. I could feel that he was hard for me and I rocked my hips against him. He growled with his own need, making me tremble with want and I did it again.

“Naughty little tease,” he warned, and my pussy clenched tightly. He grabbed my upper arm and twisted me onto my belly. Quickly, he grasped my right bottom cheek with one hand and squeezed it tight.

“I think you need a reminder of your place, don’t you, angel?” he asked.

“You wouldn’t,” I dared him. I knew he would, but I wanted to goad him. I wanted to earn the punishing feel of his palm. I wanted him to remind me of my place.

He didn’t answer me with his words. Instead, he answered me with several harsh smacks against my backside. Each one was hard and pierced deep into my core, but I grew so wet with need that my desire warred with the pain. I squirmed, trying to avoid the spanking, but he pinned me in place by pressing my hip to the bed. He didn’t stop until my entire bottom burned with fire and I was struggling against him.

“Oh, please! I’ve learned my lesson,” I begged.

I lied. I hadn’t.

He simply laughed as if he knew and I grew a little nervous. He sat down on the edge of the bed and quickly pulled me over his lap, forcing my legs apart in the process. His palm cracked down hard against my backside and I squeaked. He punished the tops of my thighs before he started to focus on my needy little pussy. He spanked my ass, the backs of my legs, and between my thighs until the only thing I could focus on was the next strike of his heavy palm.

“You’re far from learning anything, my feisty little angel,” he growled, continuing his harsh punishment of the entirety of my bottom and the sensitive place between my legs.

Just when I thought I was going to start to cry, he stopped, and slipped his fingers into my wet folds, finding my shameful secret for himself.

“Naughty girl, you’re soaked for me,” he observed. “You want to come even though you’ve just been spanked so very hard over my knee, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I murmured. He found my clit with two fingers and circled it, pressing against it just light enough to tease me, but not hard enough to make me come. I quivered over his thighs as he brought me close to orgasm. I whimpered when he pulled his hands away.

He started spanking me again. Each smack was loud, but even as I lay over his knees with my backside burning, I knew that he wasn’t really punishing me. This was a reminder that he was in charge and always would be. He controlled me and even though I’d fought him for so long, I needed him. I craved him like this. I was born for it.

It was my destiny.

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