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“Yes. Sir.”

I smiled hearing the continued discord in her tone. I remembered her as the rebellious girl, one who’d try anything at the drop of a hat. I’d adored that about her, given I was considered the bad boy. We’d fit perfectly together.

Or so I’d thought.

I folded the strap, my upper lip curling as I took my position. The first crack was centered smack against her sit spot. Her moan was like music to my ears.

The second and third were only slightly lower and the moment she kicked out, she whimpered as if realizing she’d disobeyed. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It hurts.”

“Yes, of course it hurts.” I ran my fingers down the crack of her ass, daring to slide the tip of my index finger against her swollen pussy lips. The wild jolt of current skipping into my heart was damn hot.

I continued the spanking, moving in a slow and easy rhythm, the cracking sound almost as delicious as the act itself.

Vanessa wiggled back and forth, her body arching as she tried desperately to keep her position. “Oh, God. Oh…”

“You’re doing very well. Only twenty more.”

“Twenty? Oh, no. God. I mean… I mean yes, sir.” She beat her fists against the back of the couch, cursing under her breath.

“If you continue cussing like a sailor, I’m going to be forced to wash your mouth out with soap.”

“Not a chance in hell! Sir.”

“I’m adding five more for your insolence.”

I brought the belt down five times in a rapid fire fashion, holding my breath as she squirmed.

“Oh. Oh. Oh,” she moaned, although I couldn’t help but notice how she undulated her hips, the action far too seductive.

I caressed her already heated bottom, my keen eyesight able to see the warm blush building on her lovely porcelain skin. She was truly magnificent. Standing at almost six feet, her hourglass figure was only one of her amazing attributes. Her extreme level of intelligence was something else entirely.

Goddamn it, I wanted this woman.

Once again, I slipped my finger up and down her swollen folds, gathering several drops of her pussy juice. I couldn’t resist sliding the tip into my mouth, salivating over the taste of her. I wasn’t going to be able to hold back for long.

I smacked her again and again, one immediately after the other. She tossed her head several times, but to her credit, she maintained her position. I was impressed, especially since I was well aware she’d never been spanked before. The moment I caressed her bottom once again, she jutted back her hips, as if begging me for more.

As if hungry for me to take her. I planned on doing just that.

I slid the belt through my fingers, taking several deep breaths before continuing. I wanted this moment to last all night long.

When I reached the required number, I dropped the thick strap. “Do you know what other kinds of punishment bad girls receive?” I straddled her legs, fisting her hair then yanking. I wanted her to know exactly what was going to happen to her.

“No, sir. What?” She was breathless, her face flushed.

“Bad girls get fucked in the ass.”

CHAPTER2

Vanessa

“Bad girls get fucked in the ass,” he whispered in a husky tone, his hot breath skipping along the base of my ear. He brushed his hand along the length of my spine, using the tip of a single finger as he slid it up and down the crack of my ass. The single man who’d ever fucked me in my dark and forbidden place had been Stone and only once, but it was a powerful moment that I’d never forgotten.

Stone Keeler, suddenly the original bad boy, the kind of man women swooned over given his vibrant tattoos and gorgeous muscles.

“I’m a good girl. I always have been,” I countered, purring seductively, still asserting my control. My natural reaction was to spar with him, fighting his authority. Everything about this man exuded dominance and the way he’d taken power over me was both scintillating as well as humiliating.

It also pissed me off. I wasn’t the kind of woman to surrender to anyone, not even the man who’d been smack in the middle of my fantasies for years.

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