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Shock filled her glittering eyes. “Thank you,” she replied, her voice confused but prim.
“However,” I continued. “From now on, I expect you to follow my instructions, even if you do not have all of the information. There may be times I will not be able to give you a rundown of why I am telling you to do something. I want you to keep that in mind as you count out these last six.”
Adele
The hope that had begun to blossom in my chest deflated with his last words. My ass was on fire, and I could already tell I would be feeling this punishment for days to come.
Turning back to the bed, I bent at the waist, positioning myself as before.
“Don’t forget to count, sweetheart. Just six more and we’re done. I’m proud of you for taking your punishment so well.”
Surprisingly soft, encouraging words from the man who had already left welts up and down my butt and thighs. But I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at his praise. “Thank you, Sir.”
A moment later, the leather snapped down across the middle of my bottom, reigniting the pain from the previous strokes. “One!” I called out, already bracing for the next.
Unlike the first round, these were delivered slowly and deliberately, so I was forced to absorb the full impact of one punishing blow before the next fell. By the time I called out “Six!” I was sobbing again, my knees weak from the effort of staying in place.
“That’s my girl. Come here, sweetheart.” Scooping me up in his arms, Cole stretched out on the bed with me curled into his side while I wept out not only the pain of the whipping itself, but the guilt and frustration of all the lies and deceit that had led up to it.
More than ever before, I wanted to tell him who I was. Explain why I was working for Giorgio, why I’d gone after him. Beg his forgiveness for deceiving him and vow to do anything to win back his trust.
But what if I told him and he turned on me? It was obvious he felt something for me, but was the strength of his devotion enough to overlook such deceit?
The uncertainty kept the words from spilling out. With my cries quieting to the occasional sniffle, I lifted my head, my lips seeking his. Need for him clawed at me, a desperate, caged animal demanding release.
And when he kissed me back, his lips hot and branding on mine, I nearly wept again from the relief of knowing that, at least for now, I was still his and he was mine.
No words passed between us. The only sounds filling the room were my sighs and cries of pleasure as he kissed and licked and nipped his way down my body. Every touch drove me further out of my mind with want, reducing me to my basest urges.
I barely noticed when he stripped himself bare, but I came alive again when he linked his fingers with mine, pinning them to the bed above my head as he filled me, slowly stretching me with his cock until he was buried as deep inside me as humanly possible.
My bottom ached with each thrust of his hips, but I didn’t care. At that moment, the pain seemed only a reminder of how deeply I was loved, how ferociously I was protected. And soon, pain and pleasure were melded together, impossible to separate as he drove me closer and closer to my peak.
“Cole,” I whispered, arching up to meet him, desperate to somehow pull him even deeper inside of me.
“Adele. My sweet, lovely Adele. Come for me, baby. Come for Daddy.”
Tears trickled from the corner of my eyes, my heart aching as he spoke my name. A fake name for a fake woman. I wanted to weep again at the unfairness of falling for a man who loved a version of me that didn’t even exist.
But I pushed it from my mind, focusing on what was real. The pleasure we found in each other’s bodies, the intimacy we shared as Daddy and babygirl. And as I crested that wave of unbearable pleasure, I let myself believe that for now, it was enough.
