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whack to her ass shocked her as she’d forgotten about the spanking. It hurt, but she didn’t cry out.
    A third followed, unexpected because the other two had been spaced out. Her cheeks felt on fire, and that fire spread to her throbbing clit. She wanted to beg him to circle his finger harder and faster. She wanted to come, needed him to bring her to peak. Now.
    “One more.” He removed both hands, shifted until he was once again behind her, his knees between hers, forcing them apart. He cupped her ass in his big hands. “You have a nice ass. All pretty and pink. I could spank it all day.” He gripped her hips and pressed his cock against her, rubbing the buttery-soft leather of his pants against her sore buttocks.
    Jaimie bit down harder, tasting her own blood as she struggled not to move or cry out. She wanted his cock buried deep inside her, needed him to take her to the edge and make her scream. She yearned for what no man had ever given her.
    “One more,” he reminded her. “Maybe I’ll save it for later. Maybe I won’t.” He stroked her ass with his hands. “Watch.”
    The deep voiced command had Jaimie opening her eyes and watching him in the mirror. He was stroking his crotch. She wanted to protest but kept silent though she almost groaned when he unbuttoned his pants and slowly drew down the zipper. His beautiful, magnificent cock sprang free. She nearly whimpered.
    “Did you say something?”
    She shook her head, her gaze on the swollen head, purple with blood and lust. A drop of pre-cum gathered then dripped onto the base of her spine.
    “What a shame. Turn and face the bed but keep your eyes on the mirror.”
    Staring at the huge bed, Jaimie shifted her body so she could see herself sideways in the mirror and him poised at her rear, his hands on her hips. “Lower your arms and head. I want this pretty ass in the air.” He nudged her shoulders down.
    The sight of her ass in the air was strangely erotic. She’d never seen this person, hadn’t known she existed except in her dreams. With one hand, he rubbed the head of his cock along the top of her crack, then down over her tight hole. He stopped and, from a hidden pocket, drew out a small square foil.
    Slowly, his gaze holding hers, he rolled the condom down his shaft, then repeated his strokes, stopping at the entrance to her weeping pussy. He raised a hand high, and she braced herself.
    In one smooth movement, he thrust his huge, cock inside and brought his palm down onto her ass. The mixture of pain and lust was more than she could bear, but before she could come to terms with the odd sensation, he was pulling almost out, and then plunging deep inside, filling her completely. His hands on either side of her hips kept her from moving.
    “So tight. And wet with your juices. I could make you come right now.” He stilled his hips and reached to touch her clit. “You want to come, don’t you?”
    “Yes, Sir.” Jaimie shook her head. Her hips wanted to rock and roll to the rhythm of his clever fingers. Deep in her core, embers of need burst into full flame and raced outward as desire built and built. Her breathing quickened, and she had to hold her breath to keep from squeezing her legs.
    “Not until I say,” her prince whispered
    Shaking, desperate, Jaimie saw him pull out, saw his shiny shaft, soaked with her pussy juice and saw him enter slowly. Again and again, each entry faster and harder, each exit agonizingly slow. She bit back her moan, heard what sounded like a low, primitive growl in her throat.
    Above her, her prince groaned. “You’re a good sub. A good Dom always rewards his sub. Get up on your hands, and you can now move your hips, but do not make a sound. I’m going to come. You will ready yourself, and when I say, you will scream for me and come.”
    With that, he began pumping his hips hard and fast, whipping her body into a frenzy of need. She thrust her hips back, taking all of him. When he tipped her hips and angled his