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My clit pulsed readily.

He took a step back, pressing his hand against my lower back. I closed my eyes and flattened my palms against the wall, trying to prepare myself as best as I could.

In retrospect, it was silly to even try.

When the switch bit into my bare, vulnerable cheeks again, the fire made my heart skip a beat. I expected time to recover, and he gave me none, instead whipping me with the thin branch hard and fast. The swishing sound of it cutting through the air proved to be a warning only of the smallest fractions of a second before it made contact.

There was no taking this gracefully.

I couldn’t keep count of how many times the switch punished me. Each welt burned into my naked flesh with terrifying speed. My cries grew louder and increasingly panicked. He thrashed over every inch of my bare ass. My entire world centered on the quick falling switch and the scalding burn of its lash across my bare bottom. When he continued onto the backs of my thighs, I blinked away tears. I struggled to take it, but I knew that this would end when he decided it should.

When he needed it to end.

As the pain seared into my naked flesh, so did my needy pleasure. My body relented, surrendering to his every whim. My mind reluctantly followed, and soon enough, it gave in completely too. I gasped, feeling as if I was floating on air. My eyes watered and a few tears might have fallen, but it didn’t matter. My head was in the clouds as I spiraled into an entirely different space.

I was only vaguely aware that he’d thrown the switch to the ground as his arm wrapped around my waist. Forcefully, he turned me back around so that my back was against the wall. All of a sudden, his body was pressing against mine, pinning me before him with his immense form. My welted backside pushed against the wall, making me flinch at the fierce spike of pain. I breathed in as the wave subsided and a much stronger wall of arousal followed.

“Your ass looks so incredibly beautiful covered in my welts,” he growled.

His rock-hard cock pressed against my lower belly. I could feel it throbbing with his desire, and I sucked in a breath as I lifted my eyes to his.

He was hardfor me.

I could see a flickering blue flame in his eyes, an exact match with the fire he breathed as a dragon, and it held me captive for a long time. Tentatively, his hand cupped my face, and I shivered with passionate need. His thumb traced up and down my cheek as he sighed heavily.

This was it.

“Reach between your thighs, angel, and tell me what you find.”

His directive left my insides burning just as hot as my scalded backside. I bit the inside of my cheek as my hand moved to obey. There was no thought involved, simply doing.

My fingers crawled down my belly as he pulled back just enough for me to do as he asked. Their slow march set my body on edge, and I sucked in a nervous gasp as I bridged over my mound. I paused for the briefest of seconds before slipping my fingers into my wet folds.

I’d never been this wet in my life. My pussy was practically weeping with my arousal.

“I don’t even have to touch you to know how wet you are. I can smell it all around me,” he whispered. The huskiness of his words made every fiber of my body quiver with desire. I’d taken the spanking, and now both of us were teetering on the edge.

It was time for me to push us both over the brink.

I turned my head, angling it so that there were only scarce inches between us. I glanced down at his lips, the gravity between the two of us inescapable.

I didn’t ask. I just kissed him.

My lips sought out his like I had been dying of thirst and he was the first drop of water on my parched tongue in days.

I may have begun that kiss, but he was the one that finished it. His lips sought mine out so roughly that I feared I might bruise, but I didn’t care. His tongue forced itself in between my lips and danced with mine, claiming me once and for all.

When he finally pulled away, my heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was thumping inside my skull and trying to break free.

“I’m not going to be gentle,” he breathed.

He was giving me one last chance to end this. The tension between us had reached a breaking point. It was now or never.

“I don’t want you to be gentle with me,” I answered.

His mouth turned up in a dark grin. My chest rose and fell with nervous anticipation.

“Good.”

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