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He pulls the leash, tugging me down to him. “You’re mine now.”

Cole runs his hand between my tits and slaps one of them. I barely feel it. I’m so strung out on his words and the way we’re acting with each other; I think he’ll have to hit me harder to make it penetrate. I blindly reach for the paddle that I know is somewhere on the floor. My hand closes around the handle and I silently hand it over.

He tips his head to the side but doesn’t say a fucking word.

“You want to own me?”

His gaze narrows.

“Then fuck me like you own me, Cole.” I shove the paddle into his chest. “And brand me, so neither of us forget who I belong to.”

Every muscle I can see on him tenses and flexes. “Turn around.”

Oh boy. This is going to hurt.

I can’t wait.

Spinning around slowly, I push my ass out and look over my shoulder. “Spanking’s the only way I learn, Daddy.”

He’s frozen in place, staring at me. Then I swear I hear him whisper, “Fuck,” under his breath.

Satisfied with my delivery, I face forward and reach between my legs. “Spank me while I cum.”

He might have me on the leash, but I’m the one in control. Rubbing my clit, I should be ashamed of how wet and swollen I am. My fingers are slippery from my arousal. I play with my clit, anticipating the first strike, getting more and more worked up about it.

Cole’s hot hand is velvet on my ass as he rubs my cheeks.

Thwack!

The sudden sting makes me pitch forward.

“Again,” I pant, rubbing my clit harder.

Thwack!

Holy shit, that feels so good.

“Again,” I say, my voice cracking.

Thwack!

I see stars.

An orgasm builds and my lower half feels heavy with need. “Again. Please.” I look over my shoulder at him. “Please.”

Cole could give Adonis a run for his money. The hard planes of his torso, the veins in his forearms, his sheer size—holy shit, when he finally fucks me, I’m going to blow apart.

He jerks the leash. “Turn around and face the wall.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I brace for impact, counting the seconds as he makes me wait for my reward. But the paddle doesn’t come down again. There’s a muffled rustling noise, and the collar tightens around my throat as he uses both hands for something.

Then Cole nudges my legs apart and presses his cock at my entrance.

“Ready for me, Angel?”

I hope so. He’s hung like a horse.

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