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Soren picks up on my quickening breath and slows his strokes, chuckling to himself. I hiss and slump bonelessly against him and the stable, but my climax evades me once more.

"Soren!" I cry out. I'm not above begging at this point. "I'm sorry, just...fuck!" My hips thrust backward into empty air and I'm clawing at the wood, chasing something I can't reach alone.

"Let me come," I pant like a prayer. "Oh, Soren, let me come please."

He rubs his wide hands over my bottom, the skin still burning and red. It will be for some time, and I'll definitely notice the next time I try to sit down. Was that what he intended?

"What have we learned?" Soren asks. He brushes the fallen strands of hair away from my sweaty face. Caresses my cheeks. It's soft and fulfilling and wholesome, but it's not what I crave, and he knows it.

"I...mm..." The world spins while my brain tries to form words. "That you're the alpha. That you...have to be in command. That I...embarrassed you."

Soren hums in approval, one hand stroking my back possessively while the other cups the burning globes of my ass. "See, was that so hard?"

I huff out a breath and stay silent. He's messing with my head again, but damn if it doesn't send my instincts into overdrive.

"And it looks like," Soren muses, hands gently ghosting over my sore behind, "you've uncovered something new about yourself, haven't you, Lara?"

I close my eyes. I know my face -- no, my whole body -- flushes with shame and arousal, but I can't help it. The truth of my desire is written on my body, plain for the world to see.

"Shall we do that again, sometime?" He ponders. Just the thought of it makes me twitch in anticipation. I don't want to say anything, but if I don't...

"Or perhaps you don't like it, after all. Perhaps you wish I'd never redden your naughty bottom ever again, until you're breathless and begging for my cock..."

"No," I rasp out. "Don't."

"Oh?" He slips a finger between my cheeks and down to my slit. I know what he'll find there, but that doesn't make it any less humiliating. I welcome the intrusion of his thick, calloused finger like an old friend. He covers his finger in my juices and draws away, looking at it for a moment. "Do my eyes deceive me, then? Or were you not dripping all over yourself just from me spanking you?"

I bite my lip and look away. So much for getting out of this with my dignity intact. "I meant..."

He maneuvers around to hover his thumb over my throbbing clit. "Use your words, darling, or you're going to be stuck like this for a very long time."

"I meant..." I hang my head. "Don't stop...doing it. Please. I don't care. Just...keep touching me. Please. I need it. Soren." I glance at him over my shoulder, eyes shining with lust and unshed tears.

Something changes in his expression just then, clicking into place like a key in a lock. "There we go," he coos, pressing down on my engorged clit and leaning forward. His hot, muscular torso presses against my back. Soren's cock stands at full mast, already bobbing against my wetness. "See what happens when you're a good girl for me?"

He wraps one hand around my hair and pulls gently so that my head tilts back. "Now this good girl's gonna get her reward."

And with one hand clenching my hips and the other bowing my back upward toward him, he slams himself inside me.

My whole body jerks forward and I almost lose my balance, if not for Soren's strong grip holding me in place.

"If you behave, I'll make sure to fuck you like this every day." Soren kisses the back of my neck and then bites down, hard enough to leave a mark. "Wouldn't that be nice?" He murmurs between kisses and licks of my fevered skin. "I can make you feel so good. Mix the pleasure and pain until you cannot discern where one ends and the other begins."

And right now, in the moment?

There's nothing I'd like more.

He pulls back and then rams into me again. Again. Again. There's a rhythm to the way his hips slap against my sore bottom, and I can feel every inch and ridge of his cock stretching my most sensitive places. It doesn't take long for that fire to return, smoldering with a vengeance and reaching higher and higher still...

"Ah...fuck, Soren, I'm gonna come, please let me come...!"

"Let go, sweet girl. You've done so well for me. Let go, and let me take care of you." Soren wraps both his arms around my shoulders and torso now, leaning over me and fucking me fast and rough like a beast.

We are in the stables, after all.

The sheer intensity of Soren's thrusts bring me to the edge, and his praise sends me over, shuddering and crying and thrashing against his grip. He doesn't let up the pace, even speeding up if at all possible. His thrusts draw out my orgasm and send me hurtling toward another. His cock, his spanks, his finger swirling tight circles around my needy clit -- it's too much, and as I sob and break apart in his arms, he holds himself deep and fills me up at last.

We collapse to the floor together, my tired, sweaty body pressed against his. Cali shuffles and stares down at us, but I'm too far gone to care. Soren presses kiss after kiss into my forehead, my cheeks, my lips, my eyelids. He massages my sore muscles and speaks soft, soothing words.

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