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"Decadent," I admitted, licking a smudge of chocolate from my lower lip.

Thor's eyes tracked the movement of my tongue with such heat that the temperature in the room seemed to rise several degrees. "We should head back soon," he said, his intention clear in his tone.

The anticipation building between us made the simple suggestion feel charged with promise—not just of pleasure, but of the consequence awaiting me. The combination should have made me anxious. Instead, it created a delicious tension that hummed under my skin.

And as my skin hummed, I couldn’t help but wonder what the consequences for my rule-breaking might be.

Chapter 11

Mandy

IsatonThor'sbedwith my hands twisting in my lap, my heart doing its best impression of a jackhammer against my ribs. I could barely take the bedroom in. All I could focus on was the man himself as he stood before me, his massive frame blocking everything else from view, his deep voice washing over me as he explained exactly how this spanking would go.

"Ten strikes for your first time, princess," Thor said, his voice steady and calm, like he was discussing the weather instead of how he planned to discipline me. "I want to nip disobedience in the bud."

I nodded, trying to swallow past the lump in my throat. We'd discussed this—my need for structure, for someone to hold me accountable. Thor had let me know just how important it was that my work didn’t bleed into my personal life.

He was right, but that didn’t mean I was looking forward to the punishment.

"You remember the safe words?" he asked, his blue eyes locked on mine.

"Green for go ahead. Yellow to slow down. Red to stop everything," I recited, my voice smaller than I wanted it to be.

He nodded, approval warming his expression. "Good girl. And after, we'll have aftercare. I'll hold you, take care of you. Make sure you know you're safe."

His massive hand reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. The simple gesture sent electricity down my spine. How could someone so intimidating, someone who made hardened bikers shit themselves with a look, be so gentle with me?

"This isn't about punishing you for disappointing me," he continued. "You could never truly disappoint me, Mandy. This is about giving you what you need."

Heat bloomed in my chest, spreading up my neck to my cheeks.

"Any questions before we start?" he asked.

I shook my head, then changed my mind. "Actually... how will I... I mean, should I..."

"Take off whatever makes you comfortable," he said, understanding my unasked question. "Leave on whatever doesn't. This first time, your bra and panties can stay on if you want."

I nodded, grateful for the option. He hadn't seen me completely naked yet. My fingers trembled as I reached for the hem of my t-shirt.

"You don't have to do this," Thor said, his voice soft. "We can wait."

I looked up at him, at those intense blue eyes that saw too much. "I want to," I said, and I meant it. The nervousness fluttering in my stomach was tangled up with something else, something hungrier.

I pulled my shirt over my head, letting it drop beside me on the bed. Thor's eyes darkened as they swept over me, lingering on the simple white bra I wore. Nothing fancy, no lace or satin. Just plain cotton.

"Beautiful," he murmured, and the raw appreciation in his voice made me believe him.

My jeans were next, requiring an awkward shimmy on the bed to get them past my hips. I felt clumsy, ungraceful, but the way Thor watched me—like I was performing the most elegant striptease he'd ever seen—gave me courage.

When I was down to just my underwear, I stopped, suddenly self-conscious about the stretch marks on my thighs, the softness of my belly. "Is this okay?" I asked.

Thor's jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. "More than okay," he said, his voice rougher now. "You're fucking perfect, princess."

The nickname sent a shiver through me. It felt like a crown. Like he was elevating me to something precious.

"What now?" I asked, hating how breathless I sounded.

"Now I sit, and you lay across my lap," he said, moving to take a seat beside me on the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight. "Come here."

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