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“I’ll give you what you want, sir.” I swallowed at the insistent degradation of having to refer to him that way while still being upturned over his thighs. Goodness only knew how I’d ever look him in the eyes again.

“Yes, you will.” Apparently pleased with himself, he patted my rump again. “And two more things...”

Tensing, I groaned. Whatever else his ‘deal’ was, I thought we’d accepted the terms. The idea of throwing in more conditions was perturbing.

“More things?” My nails grazed over the dirty floor.

All the time I remained there with him, caught in the dreadful game of cat and mouse was time I wasn’t tending to Chelle’s needs. Whether my visions of her were a mental delusion or not, she was still my friend, and I needed to know if she was okay.

“Two more.” He spanked me lightly twice to reinforce the point. “I’ll need two more things from you for the pact to stand.”

“But I thought...”

My voice trailed away as I accepted what should have been obvious from my current position. There was no benefit in trying to negotiate. Eli held all the cards, and whatever I did or said was only likely to exacerbate the outcome for me.

“Something you want to say?” His tone was imperious.

“No, sir.” Wilting over him, I couldn’t believe how pathetic I’d become. Spanked and no closer to getting to Chelle, I was utterly demoralized.

“I’ll press on.” His hand stroked over my ass, his fingertips sliding beneath the waistband of my leggings. I froze at the development, unsure what the caress meant but certain he wouldn’t leave me waiting long to find out. “To sweeten the deal, I’ll be delivering ten final spanks.”

“What?” I hadn’t meant to speak, but his audacity was fucking breathtaking. “You said the spanking would be done.”

“It’s done when I say it’s done.” Lifting the waistband from my skin, he ran his fingers along the small of my back. “And I say you need ten more.”

But why?

I managed to hold that plea back, but I sensed new tears, inspired by my frustration. The blowjob was supposed to be in exchange for the end of the spanking, not something offered in addition.

“Furthermore, I’ll deliver these final ten without the protection of your leggings, little girl.”

“Oh, come on!” Contorting my body to see him, I couldn’t hold back the rage swirling in my veins. “No way! None of this was the original deal!”

“This is still the original deal.” Devils danced in his gray gaze as he leaned closer. “And if you can’t remember how to talk to me, we can make it twenty strikes without your leggings.”

“No!” Floundering, I turned back to glance at the floor. Being draped over him was becoming increasingly difficult to tolerate. I wanted it over with as soon as possible. “I’m sorry, sir. I’ll take the ten strikes.”

Once again, I detested the way I succumbed, cringing at my complicity, but equally, I accepted there was no other way. Not in the short term. Not until I could get up and think.

“Yes, you will.” His conceit sent a shiver along my spine.

Eli had demonstrated his domineering side both in the forest and in bed, but the arrogant sense of knowing was something new—something I liked considerably less.

“You’ll take them, and you’ll thank me.”

Thank him?

“Yes, sir.” I couldn’t believe his nerve.

“And before you pleasure me, I want the fire going again, so once your cheeks are reddened, you’ll wait against the wall while I see to that task.”

Nothing he said seemed to make sense anymore.

“Against the wall?” I couldn’t have heard him correctly, but I knew I had.

“Yes.” His laughter reverberated over me, jarring the pounding in my head. “With your nose to the wall, little girl. Once the fire is going, you’ll give me what I want on your knees.”

The purported deal was getting worse by the second.

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