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I get up slowly, facing him, shoulders back and eyes squarely on his. I can be the seductress. I can stay in control even while playing my part.

Titan shifts forward on the bed so his ass is on the edge and his knees are hips distance apart, loin cloth dropping between his legs and exposing more of his thighs. With a loudwhoosh, he unfurls his massive bat-like wings, and sunlight streams through the thin webbing to cast a warm glow on the room.

“Over my knee.”

I hesitate, too enthralled by the golden light radiating like a halo around Titan’s dark, horned form. He looks like a fallen angel; he looks like the devil. Something thick and bumpy presses against the side of my waist. I gasp as I realize it’s Titan’s tail pushing me towards his lap.

“Over my knee.” This time, his words come with a sharp finality that means he won’t be repeating himself again.

I move quickly now, laying myself over his knees, not sure what to do with my arms or legs, but his tail takes care of it. It wraps around my ankles and calves, binding them as it forces me ass up and face down over his knee. I grip his thigh for support, liking the tough-leather feel of his skin under my palms.

TheRapid and RacingT-shirt has already slipped halfway up over my ass, but he pushes it all the way off so it pools around my waist. The long waves of my hair fall over my face, acting as a blindfold, blocking out much of my view of the room.

“Mine,” Titan murmurs. It’s not more than a strangled whisper, but I hear it even if I’m not meant to.

Tiny points of pressure trail over my ass, and I jump against the new sensation, but his tail holds me in place. His claws circle again, moving over one cheek, then the other, and down to the sensitive spot where it creases at the top of my thighs. His touch is so light and teasing that I’m squirming in his lap and pulling against his bonds before he finally stops. I feel the slickness pooling at the apex of my thighs.

“Take a deep breath.”

I do as I’m told, filling my lungs, shaking in anticipation as I sense his hand rising in the air above my ass.

I exhale.

The first spank comes solid and firm, catching me at the underside of my ass. I yelp more out of surprise than pain. There is no way he is using even a quarter of his strength to spank me, but it still burns. The second and third come quickly after, hitting the same spot and building in sting.

“Tell me, baby girl. Do you deserve this punishment?”

“Yes… yes, Daddy.” I’m telling him what he wants to hear, but I’m ashamed to admit what it does to me to say it.

Another slap and my skin begins to throb.

“Why do you deserve to be punished?”

“Because I stole from you.”

“Because you stole a very dangerous piece of magic from me. And if I were a different Strange, that could’ve put you in danger.”

Another slap and my hips buck against his thighs.

Titan works his way over my ass, my skin growing warm and tingly. With each spank, I feel each new ache as both pain and pleasure. I arch to receive the next one and then the next. It hurts, and my fingers dig into Titan’s thigh. I moan and scream into him as the rhythmic slaps reverberate deep in my pussy, warming me from the inside out.

“Do you know how Godsdamn beautiful you are like this?” Titan growls with another slap. “With your ass red, taking your punishment for me?”

Another slap and my moan is my answer, because yes, I feel beautiful and lush and desired. All of it.

This sensation is so much easier to handle than last night’s release. That had made me feel too much all at once, but this, this focuses me. This makes me feel only my ass and cunt. I’m just my skin and sensation. Every worry is, for the moment, banished from my mind.

Another slap and another and another until all I feel is heat, and I find myself pushing my ass up to him, hoping he will go lower and between my thighs.

The final time Titan’s hand comes down on my ass, it’s to rub over the tender flesh.

He bends down to my ear and whispers, “Good girl.”

It stings, but the warmth of his palm feels good as it gently massages and soothes. His tail loosens on my legs, spreading my ankles just slightly but still holding me in place. Cool air hits my inner thighs, and I realize I’m drenched in my arousal.

Careful not to cut me, he moves a finger between my thighs and rubs his knuckle along my pussy. I can hear how wet I am as he presses into me. He slides over my clit, and I push back to grind myself against him.

“My needy little thief, you can’t get enough, can you?” he murmurs as his free hand moves to my hair, stroking and gathering it in his claw and tugging back on it so my head is forced up from his thigh. “Your punishment isn’t over.”

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