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“Yeah?” My heart beat even faster. I needed to go, but he’d done something to my brain, because his behavior triggered my desire now. Again with the Pavlovian response! “I don’t believe you.”

“Are you being a brat on purpose, butterfly? Because if so…” In one smooth move, he flipped me onto my stomach. “…if so, I’m going to have to punish you—again.”

And before I could protest or pull away, he delivered three sharp slaps to the underside of my ass. These spanks made the last session feel like child’s play. I tried to squirm away, but he planted one of his arms across my lower back, pinning me where I was.

Just like the butterfly he called me.

24

MASON

She was trapped, right where I wanted her.

Once again, I thought she’d come back to me. That giving her some space would mean she’d pursue me for once. I’d been patient, methodical, even asking Matt to smack me around a little to make myself look extra sympathetic.

And this time? I’d been right.

Oh, I knew she was still angry—and she had valid reasons to be. I shouldn’t have kept the truth about what I’d done from her. But when she’d issued that ultimatum, I’d weighed the pros and cons of telling her I’d beaten her RA to a pulp for making her uncomfortable.

Pro: Honesty made for a healthier foundation in a relationship.

Con: She’d dump my ass, and then I would have to kidnap her to a deserted island. I doubted my dad would ignore a charge that large on my Amex.

Sometimes being eighteen was such bullshit. I’d been a prince all my life—it was time to become a king.

Leslie was also pissed about the cameras. I hadn’t set myself up as the most trustworthy guy, and I’d fix that going forward—but she also had to learn how to forgive me for doing fucked up things in the name of her happiness.

And that was the lesson I was about to teach her.

I delivered a series of slaps to her ass, ignoring her cries of outrage, growing hard at the sight of the pale skin of her upper thighs turning a deep pink.

She wiggled on my lap, and I grew even harder. I reached under her to unbutton her shorts—her fucking tiny shorts, as if she had a right to show off her legs to any fucking leech on campus, when the only person who should be seeing her legs was me. I slipped my hand into her underwear.

Wet, just like last time.

“This turns you on, doesn’t it, baby? You like a little pain with your pleasure. Is that why you make Daddy so angry by sending him away? Because you need attention? Need him to prove he’ll do anything to have you? Don’t worry. Daddy will give his butterfly all the attention she needs, even if what she needs is a hard spanking.”

I ripped her shorts and panties down to her ankles.

Shocked, she fought me. It was cute, that she thought she could take me on and win.

“Mason, stop it!”

That deserved an extra hard slap, which I delivered—right between her legs.

“That’s not what you call me when your clothes are off, remember?”

She moaned but didn’t give me what I needed.

“I won’t stop until you apologize to your Daddy,” I warned. “I don’t care if your skin turns black and blue, and if you can’t sit for a week. It’s what you need, and what you deserve.”

She moaned again, and I felt her grow wetter. I gathered the wetness in her little slit and used it to rub her clit, which began to harden and strain under my touch. She shook on top of me.

But she didn’t give in.

I sighed. “Butterfly, I should’ve been honest with you. It was a mistake, and I won’t keep secrets from you anymore. But that means you have to accept what I do.”

“Do for who?” she gasped as I continued to play with her. “For you?”

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