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a cold chill up my back, wondering how much agony a man like this would inflict before he brought me pleasure.
    “Everything it takes to make you whole. Come on, Jessie. I know you want to have some serious fun, some danger, just like you told me. You want to be the bad girl, right?” He waited for me to nod.
    “Good. Then I'm the guy who's here to punish you.”
    I inwardly smiled at that, trembling slightly. The full gravity of the situation was starting to explode in my brain, a fuzzy ball drunk on whiskey and rising lust.
    I shouldn't be doing this, I thought as I laid on my back, rolling to my stomach.
    My hands went to my shoulders, pushing away the bright fabric he'd started to unwrap. When it was off, I went face down on the padding and promptly closed my legs. I felt like I'd die if he saw how wet I was.
    I shouldn't be doing this, but I haven't for twenty-two years. It's finally time. Time for...something.
    I didn't know how far I was really willing to go. Obviously, this tiger wouldn't be satisfied with anything except the whole entree.
    Surely, there's no harm in giving him a taste? A taste...
    The very idea of his tongue, his big paws on my flesh caused by brain to throb. Not to mention much lower parts of my anatomy.
    “Hands behind your back. Hold your wrists together.”
    I shivered again as he wedged the handcuffs around both wrists and clicked them into place. He did an amazing impression of an angry cop.
    “Whoa!” I reared up when his hand touched my buttocks. “Must you?”
    A second later, I crashed back to the padded table. I quickly learned how unstable having my hands locked behind me could be.
    “Absolutely, I do. Just like my hand is burning to heat up your plush little ass. Did Daddy ever spank you, little girl?”
    My lips twitched. Fuck! Hissing those depraved words and images at me shouldn't have been so blindingly hot. But it was.
    “Tell the truth,” Garrett demanded, bringing his lips so close to my left ear I could feel his hot breath.
    “I want to know you, Jessie. Everything. ”
    “No...no. My parents never believed in real discipline.”
    “That explains a lot.” I couldn't see him, but I sensed him smiling.
    “Well, sweet Princess, here's your chance for a little education.” His fingers gripped the rear waistband to my panties, pulling them away from my skin. “A little discipline. And – yes – just a little bit of pleasure too. Hold still for me, and try your very best not to scream.”
    Small bombs went off in my head. A steady, rippling avalanche of lava began throughout my body, long before he'd even brought one hand to my flesh.
    In one savage thrust, he balled up my panties in his hand and tore them down to my knees. Now, my bare ass was up, unprotected; a fat, curvy target aimed straight at his eyes.
    I saw him winding up in my imagination, and then sensed the electricity fuming through the air as his hand streaked toward me. When it connected, I wasn't able to sense anything at all.
    The fire – the raging fire! – scorched everything inside me. Even my wet, desperate sex sucked at the fire burning its way up my ass. Heat soared to distant nerves, setting off new explosions in my extremities.
    Fingers, toes, more muscles than I could count clenched at once. I lifted my head and moaned through my teeth, remembering what he'd said about holding in my screams.
    The last thing I needed was to upset him. Then he might really lay into me.
    Garrett's hand smoothed my burning skin for a moment. But eventually he raised it and leveled it onto my cheek a second time, adding crimson to pink, kerosene to flames.
    The burn deepened. It soaked deep, like napalm or peppermint or molten wax, an enchanting heat that left a delicious tingle in its wake.
    On and on he spanked me, turning his attention to my virgin cheek, evening out the hue until both sides of my ass were equally red, raw, and throbbing.
    I wasn't sure why I continued to twitch and jerk each time he hit me. I