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“Do you know any Grateful Dead?” he asked with a grin, plucking Uncle John's Band.

She tried it out, listening closely to his notes. He played slowly so she could catch it. She was so engrossed, she didn't know how long Dom had been standing there when she caught sight of him leaning in the doorway, his arms folded across his chest. Oh shit. This break had been much longer than ten minutes. Busted.

Chapter Six

He caught the smell of her fear when she saw him. Unfortunately, Fox caught it too. He put his guitar down and looked from one to the other of them. “What's going on?” he asked sharply.

“Relax, Fox,” he said to placate him. “Kate is fine—it's just a little game we play.” He looked over at Kate and couldn't help that his fangs elongated a little in anticipation. She saw it, and the sweet smell of her arousal suddenly bloomed.

He tried to hide his smile. Fox, probably catching the same smell, waved his hand, cringing. “Okay, okay, I don't want to know.”

“Come on, Kate,” he said with gentle authority.

She came at once. In the kitchen, he stopped and rummaged in the drawer, deciding on a rubber spatula. “This should be interesting, shouldn't it?”

Kate couldn't seem to answer. She just gave him an anxious, pleading look. He took her hand to reassure her as he led her downstairs to his bedroom.

“Clothes off, on your hands and knees,” he said, indicating the bed.

She was quick, like a scared little bunny, throwing her clothes off and climbing up on her hands and knees. He ran his hand over her baby soft bottom. The spanking from yesterday had faded completely, except for a few red finger marks. He dipped his fingers between her legs and she shivered. She was already wet.

“Tell me why you are being spanked, Kate.”

“For taking too long of a break.”

“That's right. Did you make any progress on your paper this morning?”

She paused and then sulkily admitted that she hadn't.

He considered her beautiful little bottom, formulating a plan. “Let's see… I've changed my mind. I actually want you on your belly.”

She looked over her shoulder at him with wide, frightened eyes before she lowered herself down to lie on her belly.

“Put your hand between your legs and pleasure yourself.”

He watched as she timidly complied, moving her hips slightly as she worked her sex with her fingers.

“Now,” he drawled. “The spanking won't stop until you come. But there's no faking. If you fake it, you're going to find out what my belt feels like.”

Kate orgasmed. He laughed. It was so easy to wind her up. “That one doesn't count. Now, let's begin.”

He started slowly, using the spatula to swat her sweet little buns. She flinched and jumped and ground her hips into her hand. The sight of her wriggling, her head turned to the side, mouth open, eyes closed, had him rock hard. As her undulations grew in intensity, he picked up the pace of his spanks, but that seemed to throw her off her game completely, probably because the pain had outbalanced the pleasure. He stopped and rubbed her hot flesh and she moaned, starting to wriggle again. He aimed the spatula low, where the buttocks meet the thighs, and in the center, directly over her pussy. He went slowly and watched as her writhing picked up. He picked up pace with her, but this time lightened the force considerably, trying to guess at a good balance. She bucked and tightened her legs and butt, crying out, and he gave her several hard smacks until the orgasm was over.

When he rolled her over, she was limp with satisfaction. Her face was flushed and her eyes looked a little glazed. She gave him a happy sigh and a slow grin. He lifted her knees to her chest and licked into her hot core, making her groan with pleasure. He coaxed her toward a climax again until she was moaning and pleading with him and then he quickly pulled off his pants and entered her.

He wouldn't last long—he was ready to come before he even started. He drove into her and struck her neck at the moment of orgasm, causing the most intense explosion of sensation he had ever felt. It was like a completed circuit of energy—semen out/blood in—and the effect was mind-blowing. Kate had wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and she clung to him through it, gasping.

He licked her wounds closed and was struck suddenly by his conscience. “God, I shouldn't have bitten you again. Is your neck getting sore?”

She reached up and felt her neck and then made a cute snorting sound. “Why are you worried about my neck? How about my butt? You've spanked me three times in the past twenty-four hours!”

“No no,” he said gently, rolling her onto her belly and stroking the offended cheeks. “There's no sulking. Didn't I tell you that?”

She tried to roll back to the safety of her back, but he held her in place, which made her clench her bottom in fear. He laughed and kissed one of her cheeks and released her.

“Now it's your fault I'm not working on my paper,” she said, still sulky.

“Listen, I have an idea about that.”

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