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His hand paused, rubbing soothing circles on her reddened skin. "That’s correct, Savannah. You do need this. You need me to give it to you. I need you to let go now, baby girl, and just feel.”

As the spanking continued, Savannah felt something shift inside her. Her ass was on fire now, it really hurt. This was whatshe’d read about in her books. A real spanking. Not an erotic one, but a real, punishing, you’ll feel this when you sit down later, spanking. She knew he wasn’t punishing her but giving her a way to stop punishing herself. The pain blurred, transforming into a cathartic release. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over as a sob escaped her lips.

"Let it out," Savage encouraged gently, swatting her upper thighs. "You're safe here."

A few sharp swats to her sit spot and the floodgates opened. Savannah's body shook with each sob, months of pent-up guilt and fear pouring out of her. She barely registered the spanking anymore, lost in the emotional storm.

"I'm sorry," she choked out between sobs. "I'm so sorry for everything."

Savage's hand stilled, resting warmly on her back. "You have nothing to be sorry for, little girl. Let it all go."

Savannah surrendered, her body going limp over his knee as she wept. The release was overwhelming, terrifying, and yet somehow freeing. In that moment, despite the circumstances that had brought her here, she felt safe under Savage's care.

Savage's strong arms enveloped Savannah, lifting her from his lap with surprising ease. She felt herself being cradled against his broad chest, her tears dampening his shirt. His large hands stroked her hair, the tender gesture at odds with his intimidating exterior.

"Shh, I've got you," Savage murmured, his deep voice rumbling through his chest. "You're safe now, little one. Let it all out."

Savannah hiccupped, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "I... I don't understand," she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. “I can’t explain what I’m thinking… I’m just so…”

Savage's grip tightened slightly, protective. "You don't have to understand everything right now. Just let yourself feel."

He began to move, carrying her with an ease that made her feel small and vulnerable.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked.

"To my room, where you can rest," Savage replied. “Rest. Nothing more, sweetheart.”

They entered his bedroom, a space that felt surprisingly warm and inviting despite its lack of decor. Savage laid her down on the bed gently. "There you go, sweetheart," he said. "You did so well. I'm proud of you for being so brave."

Savannah felt her cheeks flush, a mix of embarrassment and unexpected pleasure at his praise. "I... what do you get out of it?” she asked.

“I enjoyed giving you this spanking because I know you needed it. Being able to provide for your needs makes me happy, sweetheart. Now lay back and relax.”

She closed her eyes, letting his words wash over her. For a moment, she could almost forget about Zeb and the uncertain future ahead. She could allow herself to simply exist, not think, just feel. Here in this bed, she found herself protected and comforted by the very man she had been sent to betray.

Savannah sank deeper into the plush mattress, her body melting into its comfort. It felt like a sturdy cloud. Her eyelids grew heavy, fluttering as she fought against the encroaching exhaustion.

"I feel... different," she murmured. "Lighter, somehow."

Savage's hand continued its soothing motion on her back. "That's normal, sweetheart. The spanking did its job. I'm going to get you some water," Savage said softly, his hand stilling onher back. "There’s a bathroom through that door if you need to use it.”

Savannah's fingers instinctively reached out after him, brushing against his arm. "You'll come back?" she asked, hating how vulnerable she sounded.

A gentle smile tugged at the corner of Savage's mouth. "Of course, baby. I'll be right back."

As he stood and moved towards the door, Savannah felt a momentary panic. But it quickly subsided. She was safe here, in this room, in his care. Daddy Savage wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to her. Her eyes grew impossibly heavy, and she surrendered to the lure of sleep.

CHAPTER 12

SAVAGE

It was still dark when Savage woke up the next morning. The first rays of dawn hadn’t crept through the curtains yet, but within the hour, the sun would rise. His eyes snapped open, the weight of last night’s events pressing down on him. Careful not to disturb Savannah's peaceful sleep, he eased out of bed. He hadn’t slept well, and exhaustion wore on him. To be honest, he hadn’t slept well since bringing Savannah to stay at the clubhouse. He’d been working on uncovering the threat her ex posed just to have this bomb dropped on his lap. A stalker ex would be much easier to get rid of then the entire fucking Rejects group.

Heading into the kitchen, Savage tried to sort through his thoughts and make some fucking sense of the disordered chaos. He powered the coffee maker to life and the air filled with the rich aroma of freshly ground beans. As the pot filled, he leaned against the counter, gripping the edge as he stared out the window, lost in thought.

A minute later, his first cup of coffee in hand, he hit Arrow’s contact on his phone, knowing the other man would be awake. They kept similar hours. Besides, if he was asleep, he’d have hisphone on Do Not Disturb. The line rang twice before his friend's gravelly voice answered.

"Hey brother, it’s early. Everything alright?"

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