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What. The. Fuck?

I opened my mouth in a silent scream. I was incensed, my mind a big blur, but as he brought the switch down three more times, something very odd happened. It was as if he knew all about discipline. I did feel somewhat calmer, at least not as completely terrified or panicky as I had before.

The man was determined to bring me into line, the whooshing sound adding to the heated anticipation, the bursts of anguish spiraling all throughout my entire system. But the brutal round of discipline wasn’t just helping me breathe and feel calmer; I was feeling wet and even hot, although I should be freezing.

I found myself clinging to the tree, holding on as if for dear life. I had no idea what Max was doing but I had a sense he was watching us intently, likely cocking that head of his in his attempt to figure out what was going on.

My breathing was rapid, frost dripping from every heated breath. I kept my eyes closed, shocked I wasn’t still fighting him. Probably because I knew there was no sense in bothering. He was strong. He was capable. And he was very determined in all things.

I was pushed into pure euphoria, which didn’t make any sense and the moment my pussy clenched and released not once but three times, I was certain I would have an orgasm. That was crazier than anything else.

And all of this was completely nuts.

Our meeting.

The fact he’d hunted me down. That he’d saved my life.

I was scared yet felt protected.

The whooshing sound continued, his hard strikes crossing my upper thighs. Only then did I jerk back, finally able to find my voice.

“Stop. Just stop. I will follow the rules. I promise.”

“Yes, you will and we’re almost done. Only ten more.”

“Fucking no way.”

“Baby, stay in position or I will make it twenty and I don’t think you want to be out here in the cold and wild. There are man-eating critters out here.”

I could swear I heard glee in his voice from trying to scare me. Well, he was doing that just fine. I tensed, clawing the bark of the tree as he brought the damn thick twig down two more times and I swear it set me on fire. Now I was panting and writhing, longing to cry out to Max to help me but I knew what the pup’s reaction would be.

He wouldn’t care.

He’d been trained by this… reprehensible yet sexy man to be the sweet and loving dog I knew him to be. Maybe he was just as confused as I was. Hell, I was thrown into a deep vat of quicksand, unable to make any rational sense of any of this.

“You’re doing pretty damn good for a terrible driver.”

His words were gruff, dragging me out of my quandary and deep hole I’d pitched myself into.

“I am not! I’m an excellent driver. I just…”

Of course he’d take that moment to issue three or four more in rapid succession, acting as if it was his life’s work to keep me in line.

I only figured out the horrible moment was finished when he tossed the stick to my side.

“That should do it but there’s more where they came from if necessary.” He didn’t ask, he simply jerked up my panties and jeans, but not before daring to caress one side of my aching, overheated bottom then the other.

The sensations were even more pronounced than before, the touch of the rough pads on his callused fingers doing wonders for my libido. Once again, I was hot all over, trying to control my rapid breathing.

I simply allowed him to redress me as if I was helpless. When he’d finished buttoning my jeans, as he’d done before, he swung me around to face him, cupping both sides of my face.

“You will learn I’m the only way you can stay alive, sunshine. Try and keep that in mind and our stay together will be pleasant instead of difficult.” It was as if he was practicing to become a big he-man in some competition, tossing me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing for a second time.

As soon as he started trudging back through the snow to the cabin, I noticed Max. I’ll be damned if his tail wasn’t thumping back and forth. The little shit had enjoyed the show. Little betrayer.

The moment Kage walked past the truck, I realized just how close I’d come to wrecking it. He stopped long enough to yank both the keys and the bag I’d brought with me into his other hand, using his butt to slam the door. Every step he took, I was reminded of the harsh spanking, my bottom on fire from the way the material of my jeans was rubbing back and forth.

To think the man had full control over me was insane but it was the truth.

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