Page 121 of Until I Own You

Every hair on my body stands on end.

“You liked that, pet?”

I smile, let my eyes flutter shut. “Yes, Sir.”

“I reward you with your collar,” Seth begins, snaring the metal chain between his fingers. “And this is how you repay me? By disobeying me? Disrespecting me?”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

His fingers tighten. The metal digs into my skin. Then, he releases it.

Silence fills the room as he drags the skirt of my dress up until my ass is bare to him. He pinches a handful of my backside in his hand before withdrawing his hand and letting it crack against my skin.

My body balks forward.

I take in a sharp breath.

“I gave you two gifts tonight, and you repay me by giving up?”

“No, Sir. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to?—”

He slaps my ass again. “Say it. Say you gave up.”

I tilt my head back, open my mouth, almost like I’m praying at an altar. “I-I’m sorry, Sir, I gave up.”

In a way, accepting my punishments, my delicious, stinging spanks, is praying. I am praying at the temple of Seth. My Dom. The man I…

The man I love. Because it is true. I do love him.

But that feels silly when I still have so much to learn about him. And there is no way this could ever lead to anything other than what we are right now.

He doles out my punishment. It is not too much, nor too little. Just enough to get my clit buzzing.

And remind me how good it felt to have that toy…

Seth touches the rawness of my ass. I bite the inside of my mouth. Feels like rugburn.

“Let me get you some cream…”

“I’m fine. I don’t need it,” I say in a hurry, then add a quick, “Sir.”

A moment passes.

Seth wraps his hands around the fronts of my thighs and presses me to his front. He tucks his mouth against my ear. A kiss to the lobe. A nuzzle of his nose.

So soft on me.

His scent is intoxicating. Fresh, clean. Musk.

I tilt my face closer to his.

His stubble rubs up against my cheek. More intoxicating burn.

“I just want you to be good, Bridget. You understand, right?”

“Yes, Sir, I understand. I promise I’ll try to do better next time.”

He places his hand to my collarbone, tips of his fingers skimming the collar. “You like it?” There is a genuine concern in his voice. A quiet hope.

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