Page 82 of Sweet Sin

He kisses my forehead in a loving and chaste way, the way my mother used to when I was a child and needed consoling.

It’s sweet and endearing…but it’s not what I need from him right now.

I need to escape from the many thoughts plaguing my mind.

I need to feel something larger than myself.

I need…

I need Savage.

I want pleasure. I want pain.

I want anything that takes away these thoughts that continue to torment me.

I turn away from him, lie face down, my ass in the air. “Spank me, Falcon.”

He doesn’t reply.

“Please.”

“Savannah, look at me.”

I don’t turn. “Please.”

“Look at me, Vannah. I’ll do what you ask, but first we need to talk.”

“No. I don’t want to talk, Falcon. I want to feel something other than orgasms. I’d love it, and it would bring me relief. But not enough. Not enough.”

“Savannah, if you want me to hurt you—”

“Yes, Falcon. God, yes. I want you to hurt me. I want you to give me what I deserve.”

“I won’t strike you in punishment, Vannah. I won’t.”

“But it’s what I want. Please.”

“Spanking can be arousing,” he says. “It can be part of the sexual experience. If that were what you were asking for, I’d do it in a heartbeat, and we’d both enjoy it. But that’s not what you want, Savannah. You want to be punished, and it’s not my place to punish you.”

“But—”

“Stop it!” This time his roar isn’t subtle at all. “I will never hurt you for the sake of hurting you. I’ve been forced to do that too often in my life and I certainly won’t do it to someone I—”

He stops abruptly.

“To someone you…what?” I ask.

He blinks. “Nothing. I won’t. If you need me to hold you, I’ll hold you. If you need me to fuck you, I’ll fuck you. But I won’t spank you to make you feel worse than you already do.”

I open my mouth to protest, but he stops me with a gesture.

“Listen to me, and answer this question. Have you ever been spanked before as a part of sex?”

I sniffle. “No.”

“Then we won’t start this way. I’ve spanked a woman sexually before, and it’s amazing for both partners. But I’ve never done it when a woman is under duress, under stress. It’s not right, and I won’t do it, Savannah. Not even for you.”

I twist my lips. “What do you mean, not even for me?”

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