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“Tell me your safe word,” he prompts.

“Red,” I whisper.

“And to have me slow down or because you’re uncomfortable or may need to talk?”

“Yellow.”

“Very good.”

Until recently, I had no idea how much their approval meant to me.

He glides a hand over my exposed skin, heightening my senses, igniting a yearning.

Pax spreads his legs a few inches, and I wiggle, trying to get more comfortable.

Not that such a thing is possible.

Then he raises one knee, jostling me forward. Desperately I touch my fingers to the floor so I don’t topple off him. But one of his hands is clamped around my waist, and on some level I know he will never allow me to fall.

His touch is gentle as he soothes my bare buttocks, his fingers tracing idle patterns.

“Remember to communicate with me.”

When I don’t respond, he prompts me again. “Tell me you understand.”

“Yes, Pax.”

Gently his palm connects with my rear, an intoxicating combination of sting and warmth. I gasp.

“I want you to count for me.”

Why?

“Tessa?”

Wishing I could read his expression, I finally manage, “One.”

“Such a good girl.” He rewards me with a gentle caress, soothing the place he just lightly spanked.

Then he does it again.

My head swims. “Two.”

With every tap, Pax builds a rhythm. As he continues, he begins to increase the force a little, almost unnoticeably, and he continues to mix the slight pain with a healing touch.

As I count, I’m pulled deeper in a sensual haze where nothing exists except the moment.

When I reach ten, he pauses, running his fingers down my spine.

I draw in as deep a breath as possible given my position.

“You’re handling this beautifully, sweetheart.”

I close my eyes as his words go through me.

“Do you want to continue?”

I consider how to answer. My mind is swirling from the experience, and I’m trying to process what’s happening, my emotions, the undeniable acknowledgment of my trust in them and their sensual dominance over me.

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