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She knew. She didn’t know what to say, though.
“Do you want to love me?”
Her old headshake turned into a timid nod. Now she couldn’t look him in the eye again.
“Sarah.”
If she looked up, what would she see? The domineering countenance of a man who wanted to take control? The sweet, sad face of the man who loved her and worried for her well-being? The indifference of a European billionaire who saw her as another sexual plaything?
What about all three?
“Are you afraid of me, Sarah?”
“No.”
“Do you trust me?”
She barely waited a second to respond. “Yes.”
“Do you trust me with your body?”
“Yes.”
“Your mind?”
“Yes.”
His finger hooked behind her ear, gently tugging on her cartilage. “How about your heart, my love?”
Sarah didn’t want to answer that. She could barely answer with her soul. Wouldn’t it be better if she encircled her arms around his torso and inhaled his cologne? Nothing was more reassuring than that.
“Take me, please,” she begged him. “I want to feel better.”
“I’m not going to simply make you feel better, Angel.” He accepted her kiss with unrelenting desire. Between words of adoration, he said, “I’m going to liberate you.”
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She was bent over his bed, her boyfriend’s hand massaging the skin he intended to spank if she didn’t fess up to what bothered her so much.
Had she asked for this? Hadn’t she? When she told Lucas she needed to be freed from the crushing weight on her heart, she knew something like this would happen. In fact, she welcomed it, even with the trepidation fluttering in her chest and rocking her stomach back and forth.
She had been spanked before. Lots of men got off on lightly tapping her jiggling ass and sometimes getting a little rougher, if the moment called for it. However, this would be her first cathartic spanking, and she had no idea what to expect.
But in Lucas’s expert hands? She should have known there was nothing to fear.
“Name one thing that troubles you,” he growled.
Sarah braced herself on her arms, hands clasped together in front of her face. “My heart hurts, sir.”
He lightly spanked her left cheek. Sarah gasped, her thighs quivering from the impact.
It had felt good, but it wasn’t hard enough. She needed to be smacked out of her mind. She needed to transcend the aching regrets in her heart and embrace a higher plane of pleasure and freedom.
The people who went to her former boss’s club called it subspace. While Sarah never considered herself the submissive type in the bedroom – not like those other people referred to it – she knew it was the only way to restart her system.
Angel would have embraced it. So should Sarah. All a part of becoming whole again.
“Why does it hurt?”
