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She flashes me a devious little grin. “Bring it, Daddy. I can handle whatever you dish out.”

The way she drawls ‘out’ with that delicious little accent makes my cock throb.

“Fucking brat,” I groan as I take her hand and pull her to the bench. Pushing her facedown, I press my face between her legs and inhale her scent. She moans as she pushes her ass into my face, but she won’t get what she wants.

“Naughty little sluts don’t get their pussies eaten, baby girl.”

I stand to my full height and she whimpers, which only makes my cock throb even more.

“Last chance, Kierra. If I punish you, it will hurt. Bad. Do you want to leave or take the punishment?”

“Punish me, Daddy.”

I strap her arms, and legs to the cuffs attached to the bench. “What’s your safe word?”

“Poverty.”

Kierra may laugh now, but she won’t be for long. I am positive she’ll use her safe word after a couple of hits. I’m not big on punishment. While there is a place for it, I prefer pleasure. Defying me the way she has, making me fucking crave her like a goddamn junkie, she has earned this.

“I’m going to spank your ass until you safe word. Then you’ll leave, forget we ever met, and find someone that can be what you need. Someone not old enough to be your damn father.”

Kierra tries to sound strong but the tremble in her voice betrays her, “I’m not leaving, so I guess you better spank me until I’m dead.”

I chuckle not because I would ever do that, but because she’s so damn sure of herself. Initially, I planned to grab a cane but decided on the belt. The cane would likely break her skin and I’m trying to teach her that she wants to stay away from me, but I don’t truly want to hurt her. Not like that.

Standing back, I swing the thick leather belt back and then forward on her beautiful ass.

And she screams.

“I’m not the man for you, Kierra. Too old and you’re a good girl. You deserve more than this. Take the goddamn money and go on with your life.”

The sobs are loud as I strike her again. “No,” she cries. I take a deep breath as I prepare for her to scream her safe word. Imagining her leaving was bad enough but watching her walk out the door is going to cut me. Deep. This woman is like a virus infecting my damn soul. The sooner she taps out and leaves, the better because fuck I can’t stop seeing my collar on her. Kierra’s ass is bright red after I strike her for the sixth time and still not a goddamn word other than her cries of pain. My gaze bounces between her red skin and her dripping cunt as I feel my control slipping away.

CHAPTER 15

KIERRA

“Goddamn it, Kierra. Use your fucking safe word.”

As much as my ass hurts, I never will. I sob out a loud ‘no’ as he curses under his breath.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Do I consider telling him it’s a little too late for that? No, because he gave me more than one opportunity to leave before he did this. This isn’t his fault, it’s mine and I don’t regret the stinging of my ass.

The buckle on the belt makes a clunking sound as it hits the floor when he drops it. I don’t move because I’m strapped to the table. All I can do is wait for his next move.

“What do you want from me, Kierra?”

“More,” I whimper as he traces his fingers over my ass, I continue, “More of this. Of everything. One week, Sin and I’ll go away quietly.”

He shoves fingers inside me. “So if I give you that, I won’t find you fucking this beautiful pussy in my house after you’ve agreed to leave?”

“No. I’ll do what you want and leave you alone.”

Sin groans as he finger fucks me. “You should know, baby girl. This topping from the bottom doesn’t work for me. I don’t like it.”

I can hear him undoing his pants with his free hand before he replaces his fingers with his big cock. “I shouldn’t give into your defiant behavior. Yet I can’t control myself with this dripping pussy right in front of me.”

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