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Chapter Twenty-Three

Haley

The first spanking came as a surprise and I jumped on the bed as the sound echoed in the air.

“One.”

Smack.“One what?”

“One, sir,” I corrected myself and closed my eyes.

His presence was tangible even though he moved behind me. He was so strong, so serious, so completely gorgeous. The taste of him lingered in my mouth and all I could think of was that I wanted more.

I wanted more of his teasing. More of his discipline and more of his words. They had the power to drive me over the edge alone.

How had I doubted this?

I counted through several more spankings, my hands balling into fists. Every time his palm met my backside, everything inside me ignited. My heart pounded against my ribcage, my pulse thundered in my ears until there was nothing left in my thoughts except for Jensen. His hand. My flesh.

His discipline and his reward.

“Eight, sir,” I shouted. Every spanking increased my need. Every spanking spread the heat from my ass to my sex where I throbbed for him. I was so needy.

So desperate. I shifted, tried to push my ass closer and received a harder smack.

“Still,” he commanded as I whimpered, “Nine, sir.”

His hand ran in soothing circles over my flesh. I wanted to see it, see the way he marked me and claimed me.

By the time he reached fifteen, sweat ran down my spine. My knees were trembling and I had tears running down my cheeks, soaking into the pillow beneath me.

Yet the euphoria spreading through me was indescribable.

It was everything I needed, everything I craved.

Smack.

“Twenty, sir!” I shouted. “Please, sir, please, I need you...I need you.”

I sobbed over and over as Jensen rubbed my abused flesh with large circles. He wiped my sweat-soaked hair off my forehead and kissed the exposed skin.

“So beautiful, Haley. Do you want my cock now? Do you want me fucking your ass?”

“Yes,” I cried. “Please. Everything. Anything.”

His hand slid from my backside to the crease where he gently applied pressure. For a moment, I faltered, unsure. He’d always used lube, warmed me up and stretched me but as his fingers pressed against my puckered hole, I let loose a feral sound I wasn’t aware I could make.

Desperation.

It clawed at me as he continued pressing, leaned toward the nightstand and dug through it.

He’d stocked my place with a variety of toys and tools. I breathed a small sigh of relief as cool gel slid along my ass.

“Suck my cock while I prepare you,” he commanded. I opened immediately, shifting onto my elbows until I reached him. Jensen shoved his dick into my mouth at the same time two of his fingers pressed into me from behind.

And oh my God, it was beautiful. I was full. I never wanted to let him go. He slowly fucked my face to the same tempo he fucked my ass with his fingers. I took more of him in my mouth until he established a rhythm for me, rocking me slowly back and forth on his cock and his fingers. I was so close.

Too close.