Page 18 of Bound to the One-Night Stand

“Sorry, Master. Deal, Master.”

His chuckle washes over my skin as he trails his fingers up my spine. I lean into his touch, a soft moan hovering at the back of my throat. He feels like heaven against me.

“How are you, little slave?” I blink up at the man in front of me. How did he get there? He was behind me. Right? Hepeers down into my eyes and smiles. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were in subspace right now.”

“Sure, Master,” I grin, no doubt looking goofy and stupid. “Spank me already so I can get off.”

He slides the edge of the paddle under my chin and tips my face up to his. “Only because I choose to. Not because you demand it.”

As he walks away, I rest my head against my arm and sigh. I honestly can’t remember the last time I was so relaxed, so languid. All those thoughts flee the moment he connects the paddle with my ass.

“Count them out for me, slave. And end each number with Master. Oh, and make sure to thank me for them, too.”

“W- what?” I shake my head, desperate to regain my sanity.

“Do I need to start again?”

“O-one, Master. Th- thank you, Master,” I manage to bark out.

From behind me, his laughter flits over my skin, wrapping me up into a warm cocoon. “That’s a good little slave.”

He smacks the other cheek, driving me up onto my tiptoes. “T- two, Master. Thank you, Master,” I squeak, gripping the wood under my hands.

It’s not that it hurts exactly, but the sensation is far stronger than the flogger. The bastard lulled me into a false sense of expectation. Still though, I can’t find it within me to hate how it makes me feel. I wish I could.

He strikes the first cheek again, a little stronger than the last. It steals my breath and propels me forward. The moment the wood lifts from my skin, his hand is there, soothing the sting.

“Have you forgotten your count already?”

I resist the urge to rub my ass into his caress. “No, Master. Three, Master. Thank you, Master.”

“Good fucking slave,” he groans, gripping my ass. “Last one.”

He strikes the opposite cheek, forcing a squeal past my lips. “Four, Master. Thank you, Master.”

Again, he soothes the sting with his touch, rubbing me until my body relaxes. “There now. Not so bad.”

“No, Master. But pleasure now. Yes?”

“You incorrigible minx,” he chuckles. “Yes. I suppose you earned it.”

Reaching over my shoulder, he grabs the small flogger and runs it over my shoulder as he drags it backward. I shudder as the light touch rocks me to my core. Even now, I feel my arousal dripping down my thighs as my need ramps up with every little bit of sensation he bestows upon me.

I never thought of myself as kinky, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe I just needed someone to show me. My gasp stills in my throat as the Alpha walks to the other side and brings his face close to mine.

His eyes are jet black, and yet, he maintains so much control. It’s evident in the jump at his jaw, his rigid stance, and the pure dominance wafting off of him. It’s like his own personal cologne—dark, heady, and utterly addictive.

Reaching between my thighs, he grazes my clit, making me jump as a moan drifts past my lips. “What’s that about you not liking kinky stuff? You’re soaking wet, my dear little slave. Your clit is so hard. Admit it, you like it rough.”

When I don’t say a word, he pinches my clit. Not hard enough to cause pain, but enough for my knees to threaten to buckle.

“M- maybe,” I cry out, not wishing to reveal just what he’s doing to me.

But then, he already knows. God help me, but this stranger already fucking knows.

CHAPTER 7

DEVIN

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