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Eight.

Nine.

Scarlet cried out, the sound piercing straight through his damn heart like a thousand sharp pieces of broken glass.

With a deep breath, Hunter swung the cane. One. Last. Time.

Ten.

Thank God.

Hunter threw the cane down with a thud and watched as her head hung down, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The red lines that ran across her ass and lower back had started to swell, but thank God the lashes didn’t draw blood. Hunter was careful not to put his full strength into it without Rex noticing that he was holding back. He was sure he could say mission accomplished since Rex was looking pretty fucking happy right about then with Piper’s mouth around his dick.

Hunter moved closer, pushing his chest against her back, rubbing her ass gently, and whispered against her neck, “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she breathed, but he heard the quiver in her voice.

“You did beautifully, kitten,” he cooed in her ear. “So fucking beautiful.”

Scarlet let her head fall back against his shoulder, her chest rising and falling from the exertion.

He placed a tender kiss on her shoulder, kissing his way up her neck, letting her sweet taste linger on his lips.

“You’re fucking perfect, my little pet,” he said a little louder. “And now I’m going to reward you.”

Chapter 23

Scarlet wasn’t scared. Nervous, yes, but not scared. There was no fear as she felt Hunter kiss down the side of her neck. Her skin was burning from the sting of the cane, but it wasn’t as bad as she had imagined it to be. In fact, when Hunter softly traced his fingers around her ass, it felt soothing…pleasurable.It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

“Are you still with me?” Hunter murmured, his lips still moving softly over the skin of her neck.

“Yes,” she answered with a breath.

Abruptly he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “Yes, what?”

Shit.

“Yes, master.”

“Good girl.” And then he hit her ass with his palm, the loud crack filling the air. “Next time you slip up, it’ll be the cane, and those ten lashes will feel like fucking foreplay.”

“Yes, master,” she replied quickly, knowing she had to keep her head in the game.

“Good.” He leaned in. “Remember, this is just me and you. There is no one else here. It’s me touching you, kissing you. It’s me you’re surrendering to. No one else,” he whispered, and she almost couldn’t hear him over the wild beating of her heart.

Scarlet nodded.

“Concentrate on how I make you feel.”

He snaked his arm around her and gently palmed her breast, kneading the round flesh softly. The touch moved straight down, the sensation settling between her thighs, all the while his lips were still moving over her skin as he kissed her from the one shoulder to the other.

His touch, his kisses were so soft, so delicate, it wasn’t like the other times they were together. He was taking his time, making sure she was as comfortable as she could be.

“I want to touch you, my little pet. I want to hear your moans hit the fucking roof while I push your body over the edge.” His voice was low, deep, and demanding, speaking to the deepest, most sensual parts of her.

When he took a nipple between his fingers, rolling and tugging, she gasped.

“That’s it, kitten, feel it. Feel what I’m doing to your body.”

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