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My hands balled into fists as I slumped back over him. I loathed that he had the strength to behave that way, but in the short term, I had no choice but to bear it.

“It’ssupposedto hurt, little girl.” His chuckle ratcheted my growing mortified disdain.

“Don’t call me that!” Kicking my boots against the floor, anger ruminated in my blood.

How dare he do this to me?

I hadn’t consented to being assaulted. I didn’t say it was okay to be flung over his lap. Hell, I was the one who’d wanted to leave. He had no right to do anything.

“I’ll call you whatever I choose when you’re being spanked.” He sniggered, as though there was anything even vaguely amusing about the way he was treating me. “It seems you’ve been in need of this for a long time.”

Fuck you!

The words screamed in my head, though I dared not speak them.

Fuck you, and your spanking, and your rules.

I hadn’t signed up for any of it. All I’d done was go hiking with my friend, and if I hadn’t, I’d still have been tucked up in bed at home.

“Oh, God! Just stop!”

I bit down before anything further could escape my lips, closing my eyes as another barrage of hard spanks peppered my vulnerable backside. Tears brimmed, conveying how difficult I was finding the nightmare, but I blinked them away. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing how far he’d pushed me, couldn’t let him know that if it wasn’t for the relative protection of my leggings, I didn’t think I’d have survived.

“First, you revel in the benefits of sharing a bed with me.” He landed an exceptionally sharp spank, temporarily stealing my breath. “You use my body heat and ride my fingers to orgasm, and then you fall asleep before I can even enjoy you in return.”

Shit. Somehow, I knew that little faux pas would return to haunt me.

“I’m sorry about that.” I despised my pleading tone, but I couldn’t hope to get through much more of the onslaught he was delivering. “It wasn’t intentional, I promise.”

“I’m sure.” He rested his palm over my sore backside, my first reprieve since the ordeal had started. “But I can’t say it didn’t sting, little girl.”

There was the odd name he’d contrived for me again, my toes curling at how horrifying it sounded. I wasn’t a child and didn’t appreciate the comparison.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

Wait, what was I doing trying to appease him? Making promises I had no intention of keeping would only end up exploding in my face.

“Really?” He squeezed both of my cheeks in a way he had no right to do, but then, he had no right to do any of it. “And how would you do that?”

Bloody hell, I had no idea how. I’d have said just about anything to get him to stop spanking me and try to regain an ounce of my dignity.

“I don’t know.” My honesty might not have been appreciated, but I had to saysomething. “What do you want?”

“Sir.” He applied a little more pressure to my hand held in the middle of my back. “You can start by referring to me properly. It’s ‘what do you want, sir?’”

Unable to believe what I was hearing, my brows knitted. He wanted me to call him ‘sir’?

Was he fucking joking?

One swift swat to my backside assured me he was not.

“Okay!” Beaten, I ignored my tears as I ceded. “What do you want,sir?”

My hand balled into fists at the utter humiliation of the task. Eli was nothing but a tour guide. How dare he demand my deference? I didn’t owe him anything.

“A little more contrition won’t do you any harm.” He tapped my ass lightly, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

“I don’t know what you want me to say!”

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