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I push back her large curls framing her face. My index fingers reach her chin, and I tug her light body to me. “I’ve not kissed you in four weeks, Heaven.” I have this instant need and urgency to taste her. Wrapping my arm around her neck, I sever all the space between us and crash my lips to hers. My possessive nature releases and my desire becomes carnal. There’s this need to mark every part of her body in our molten exchange. Her response, the way she submits to my control as I take over, leaves me breathless.

I brush my hand slightly over her needy cunt and I can smell her arousal. She’s ready for more, but public sex is off the table for now. However, I have a feeling by the end of the night, she’ll be begging for more. She may not be a born sub, but she is with me. I bring it out in Anisten Atkins.

I break from our kiss because I’ll mount her if I don’t stop. Footsteps and the movement of furniture are heard around us. “Fuck, Heaven, I’ve missed you so much.”

Straightening and looking around, I glance at both Penn and Murphy. Penn’s attention is on his woman for the night, but Murph grins at me like a fucking Cheshire cat. I give him a quick middle finger salute, tugging Anisten to my side.

Dean stands on the stage, and a bench similar to the one Murph had been using is sitting front and center. Dean is shirtless, in a pair of relaxed black linen pants. He doesn’t say a word, but the entire room is quiet waiting for the scene to begin.

“Daddy? Daddy?” a female voice calls from the side of the stage. She comes skipping out. “Daddy?”

“Princess, Daddy is over here.” Laura is beautiful, there’s no denying this, with her deep chestnut hair that sits well below her shoulders, she’s short and curvy in stature.

She stops just shy of her husband, licking a lollipop. “I’ve missed you, Daddy.”

She pops it from her mouth and stands on her tiptoes, placing a wet kiss on his lips. With her hair braided, a short skirt, a button-up shirt, and socks pulled up to her knees, Laura looks like a schoolgirl.

“Princess, what have I told you about this?” He points to the sucker.

Her large, animated smile fades from her face and she becomes quiet.

“You know Daddy looks out for you. I don’t want you to get a stomach ache or spoil your supper.”

He extends his hand, moving his palm upward, asking silently for the sucker.

“Please, Daddy?” Her whine is bratty, but in their interaction, it seems like a dynamic they enjoy.

“No, Princess. You heard Daddy. I want it now.” His hand stays extended. “Laura Jean, you’re not being a good girl,” he scolds.

Her animated gestures are part of the scene as she slaps it onto his hand. Everyone in the room can hear the smack.

“That was uncalled for, Princess.”

She stomps her foot. “I don’t care.”

Setting the sucker down on a chair near the bench, he tips her head to his. “Now, you went and did it, Princess. I’ll have to punish you because I won’t tolerate a temper tantrum.”

“I don’t care,” she mouths back.

“You willwhen I don’t fuck that pretty little cunt of yours.”

She throws her body at Dean. “No, Daddy, not that. I love pleasing you. I’ll do whatever you say.”

I peek over at Anisten, and her eyes are glued to the stage, and as I take her wrist in mine, her pulse is fast.

“You’ll get five spankings with a paddle, and if you’re good, you may just get what you want.”

Dean orders Laura to strip and she complies. A paddle hangs from the bench.

“Lay on your stomach,” he orders, and she does as she’s asked as he brings it toward her ass.

“Count each one,” he demands.

With each severe but consensual hit, he continues to paddle her as she counts to five. Dean is a sadist. He loves to inflict pain. The spankings smack the skin. “What do you think?” I lean over to her ear, kissing the lobe, moving down to her neck.

“Hot, so hot.”

It’s the reaction I’d hoped for.

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