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I raised my arm again, smacking the other side of her ass. “Two. I am perfect exactly the way I am.”

She repeated my words softly, wonderingly, as if she didn’t quite dare to believe them as she said them.

“Three. I will not change for any man.”

With each strike, each slap of my hand across her bottom, her voice was firmer. I wasn’t stupid. This wasn’t going to change an entire lifetime of conditioning to believe that she needed to ignore her own needs to please other people, but it would steer her thoughts in the right direction as I fucked her until she couldn’t remember her name.

“Ten. I am worth being cared for,” she said, panting as she repeated my words back at me. She arched her back and pushed into my hand as I ran my palms over her red and aching bottom.

Fucking gorgeous.

Chapter Six

Piper

BENEDICT TRACED HIS fingers through my folds and I moaned, aching for him, aching for more.

“Color, princess?”

“Green,” I said.

“Good girl.” He didn’t say anything else, just stood there behind me as my ass burned, more turned on than I was ready to admit.

How was spanking so hot? And how was the fact that he cared so fucking much about getting me to declare my self-worth aloud, to acknowledge the best things about myself, so sexy?

He smoothed his hands over my skin, running them from the tops of my thighs, up my back, and down again. Two feelings coursed through me, warring, impossible to reconcile–the power that came from seducing Benedict and knowing he wanted nothing more than to worship my body in that moment, and the helplessness from lying on the bed naked, bent over and exposed to him.

A finger slid from my entrance to the tight bundle of nerves between my thighs, then tapped twice. I twitched, and he lay a hand on the small of my back. “Stay still.”

As he circled the spot between my legs with his finger, I whimpered and mewled, desperate for enough friction to drive me over the edge of completion. My need dripped down my thighs as I struggled to remain motionless. My nipples ached as they rubbed against the soft bedding, and the phantom heat from my spanking burned in the early morning air.

Crack! Benedict slapped my bottom. “I said stay still.”

“Please,” I begged.

“What do you need, princess?”

“You, I need you. Inside me, please!”

“You beg so prettily,” he said. I heard the rip of a foil packet and sighed with relief. Thank God. And then the hot tip of him pushed at my entrance, teasing me as he rubbed himself in my folds, holding himself back from fully entering into me.

“Please, Benedict,” I whimpered.

He grabbed my hips, hard, and slammed into me. As he stretched and filled me, the noise that escaped me was animal, guttural. The sharp pain faded as my body adjusted to him, and when I lifted my hips to take him in deeper, he set a brutal pace that had me moaning and begging for more.

“Fuck, Piper, you take me so well,” he said, grabbing my shoulder with one hand. “Fucking perfect,” he murmured as he slammed in and out of me, hurtling me toward euphoria.

When I careened over that cliff, I shattered, crying out as intense pleasure exploded through me, blackening the edges of my vision. I clenched around Benedict and he groaned, drawing out my release as he raced toward his own.

He shouted my name and then collapsed on top of me. I was too blissed out to care.

Benedict dropped soft kisses on my shoulders as he pulled out. “Don’t move, princess.”

I couldn’t have even if I wanted to. Sweet lassitude infused every cell of my body as I lay there trembling, recovering from the most intense orgasm of my life.

Water ran in the bathroom, and then I felt a wet towel between my legs. After he finished cleaning me up, Benedict crawled into the bed. When I made no effort to move, he chuckled softly and took me into his arms, gently settling me beside him.

I twined my limbs around him, seeking the warmth and comfort of his embrace. He captured my lips with his, before rolling us until I lay under him once again. “I’m not done with you yet, Piper.”

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