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“Oh God, I’ll die if you stop now,” she forced out through her tears. “Please give me more.Please.”

“That’s my girl,” Jonathan said, striking twice more, one right after the other. “Let yourself feel it. This is what your body needs.”

Closing her eyes, she focused on the sensations coursing through her as the crop continued to fall. Eve pulled against the straps, needing to feel them bite into her skin.

She didn’t just want to know that she couldn’t escape. She wanted to feel it.

Once every inch of her ass was on fire, Jonathan moved down to her thighs, the new pain taking her breath away. Jesus fuck, it hurtso good.

A flurry of sharp slaps to her sit spots made her scream, though she didn’t remember deciding to do so. “Please!” Her sobs drew the word out into several syllables. “I need you. I need you so much.”

The riding crop hit the floor with a loud clatter. Seconds later, she felt the thick head of his cock press against her entrance.

His hands grasped her hips, his fingers pressing against her pelvic bone enough to hurt. “You’re mine.” It was a declaration. A claiming. A promise.

Then he rammed his hips forward, pushing into her so deep and so fast that she screamed again, certain she’d just been split in two. Rocking back, he slid most of the way out of her, then pushed forward again, nogentler than the first stroke. This time, though, her pussy accepted him gratefully, even greedily. She clenched her internal muscles, never wanting to feel empty again.

Little good did it to her. Jonathan started up a steady rhythm after that, pumping in and out of her, slamming the tops of her thighs against the edge of the main platform with bruising force. He hadn’t even undressed before taking her. The teeth of his zipper dug into her punished bottom with each thrust, making her hiss at the exquisite pain.

So good. So fucking good.Pleasure built up inside her like a colossal wave, rolling higher and higher. She didn’t know how much more she could take before it all came crashing down.

“Come for me, Eve,” Jonathan said, tilting his hips, pushing into her at a slightly different angle.

That was all it took. Her orgasm exploded from her center, pulsing through her, making every muscle in her body seize. Jonathan followed her moments later, his scream blending with hers, together rising above the constant beat of the music.

When at last the final aftershocks subsided, Eve sagged against the spanking bench, her arms and legs feeling almost numb, her skin tingly and damp with sweat.

Not once, for even a moment, had she imagined sex could feel this fucking good. “Please, Sir,” she panted, still trying to catch her breath. “Please tell me we don’t have to wait long before we can do that again.”

CHAPTER 9

Jonathan

Checking her phone for the thousandth time, Eve sighed and continued fidgeting in the passenger seat of his car. She seemed to worry she might not feel it vibrate, even with her fingers wrapped tightly around it.

“Give it to me,” Jonathan said, his tone brooking no argument.

Sighing, she placed her phone in his outstretched hand. “I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.”

He dropped the phone into one of the cupholders, then placed a hand on her thigh, moving his thumb back and forth in a soothing motion. “You have nothing to worry about. I told you, Lainey approved the time off. She assured me she has no problem with it.”

Her exact words had actually been,“Oh, thank God. If you two didn’t start fucking soon, I was going to ‘accidentally’ lock you in a dark room and lose the key. Go get this out of your systems before we all go crazy.”Apparently the “lovesick puppy looks” they directed at each other were a great subject of gossip among the new crew.

Jonathan had no idea what she was talking about. He’d never been lovesick in his entire life. But he wasn’t about to argue since it got him exactly what he wanted.

When he’d met Eve in the Manor’s parking lot that morning, guidingher into his car and driving away without explanation, she practically begged him to turn around, not wanting to be late for work. Even after all his assurances, she still expected an angry text or call from her boss any second.

“Do you trust me?” he asked when he saw her eyeing the phone, hardly even blinking.

After a few seconds, she let out a long sigh and finally relaxed into the seat. “Yes. I do.”

“Then please believe me that everything will be one hundred percent fine, and just try to enjoy this, okay?” He said it gently, not wanting her to think she’d upset him, too.

“Okay,” she agreed. “Sorry I’m so tense. Spontaneity isn’t really my strong suit.”

To be honest, it wasn’t his, either. But as he lay in bed last night, the smell of her still on him, too intoxicating for sleep to be possible, an idea popped into his head. Once the seed was planted, he couldn’t stop thinking about it until he put things in motion.

“I thought you were taking a new client?” Zach had teased when Jonathan told him about his plans first thing this morning.

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