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Josslyn closed her eyes, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Thank you, Sir.”
“From now on, we’ll begin with the spanking, then I’ll fuck your face.”
“I don’t think I’ll need it again, Sir. I’m not—” Her words were cut off as she screamed, the burning of her ass now constant, punctuated only by peaks of fresh pain when he slapped her ass.
“In that case,” he said, “I’ll spank you when we begin simply because I want to. Because I like having you wiggling and squirming on my knee. I will also make sure to fuck your mouth deep enough that you gag, so you start the day with both your ass and throat sore.”
“I liked you fucking my face, Sir.”
“But it wasn’t enough to get you into the right frame of mind, was it?”
“I…I guess not, Sir.”
Josslyn hung her head, going limp over his lap, except for her feet, which occasionally kicked up in reaction to the pain as he continued the quick, hard spanking.
Without a word, he slid her off his lap onto the floor.
Josslyn knelt, the concrete cold on her shins and hard on her knees. She spread her legs, hands resting palm up on her thighs. Her breathing was uneven, thanks to the quiet sobs that wracked her.
Master Ben lifted her chin, and she kept her eyes down. His lips brushed her hair as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“Good girl.”
Need spiked through her. Not just sexual need but the need to submit to him. The need to be used by him.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome.” He stood and offered her his hand.
Josslyn put her fingers in his and let him pull her to her feet.
“Ready?” he asked.
Her ass was on fire, throbbing in time with her heartbeat. She took a shaky breath and stepped wide. The movement made her ass muscles tighten, and that hurt enough to have her whimpering.
And yet her pussy was soaked. The touch of cold air on wet skin had her toes curling in pleasure. Her sex throbbed in sync with her ass, and the longer they stood here, the more the acute, sharp pain of the spanking faded, replaced by a warm, spreading heat.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
He pinched her chin, raising her face. She kept her gaze down but could feel him examining her feature by feature. She’d felt exposed when walking through the club naked, but that was nothing compared to how exposed she felt in this moment.
He’d seen that her walls were up and torn them down. With prejudice. And he’d do it again. Tomorrow morning, he’d spank her even if she was already feeling submissive.
Mike would have backed off. Would have said they could just have sex and maybe try playing around with “the bondage stuff” later. Even another Dom at Las Palmas might have backed off, or taken a softer approach to ease her into subspace.
Ilias was ruthless and demanding. He couldn’t be manipulated or swayed.
And yet, he was kind and thoughtful. Last night had been fun, and she’d felt oddly protective of him as she realized how conflicted he was about his own willingness to participate in a rape fantasy scene.
What she’d told him was true. Usually walking through the club, seeing other women submit was enough to have her sliding into her own submission.
But that might only be part of it.
Maybe she’d carried some of the protectiveness she felt last night over into this morning. God knew, that’s how she’d felt about her husband, even before he got sick.
With Mike, she’d never felt as submissive as she felt with Ilias. Never been forced to submit as thoroughly and completely.
Ilias put his hand on the small of her back, a gentlemanly gesture, made ironic by his hand’s proximity to the flesh he’d so recently abused. And Josslyn realized that she still felt a little protective of him, because she knew he was anxious about their items, knew that he struggled with his need to dominate.
