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her pussy, and she bit her lip in order to contain her need to ask him to make it hurt harder.
    You wanted this, now you’re getting it.
    She rested her head on the bench with her arms pressed over her head and restrained. The urge to move was strong, but she stayed in place, refusing to move.
    “I’m going to turn this ass a nice shade of red.”
    Whack.
    Whack.
    Whack.
    He brought his hands down on her, switching from one cheek to the other. The burn increased with each spank of his hand.
    Finally, on the fourth whack, Kitty screamed out. She just couldn’t keep her screams at bay.
    “When are you going to use tools?” she asked with a shaky breath, her eyesight filled with the toys scattered around the room. The bamboo cane the woman had been beaten with in the other room intrigued Kitty.
    “You’re a little pain virgin, sweet Kitty.” He slapped her thigh, and she moaned.
    Each slap brought her more pleasure and pain than any guy touching her sweetly ever had.
    “Harder,” she said.
    His slaps grew harder, and Kitty loved it. She tried to press against him, to make him get harder still.
    The need for pain had been something of an enigma to her. She didn’t understand it, but it was something she needed, wanted, desired, and yearned for.
    Vic stopped and moved to stand before her. He knelt in front of her so that she could see him clearly.
    “You’re a little pain slut.”
    “Why did you stop?” she asked. Tears suddenly filled her eyes and she didn’t understand it.
    “Because we haven’t come to any arrangement, Kitty.”
    “I’m yours. What more arrangement do you need?” she asked. He was the first man she’d found, or who’d found her, that understood her. Vic wasn’t treating her like some kind of freak…he was feeding her need. She needed this, it made no sense, and yet it did.
    He stood, walked over to a table that held a latched box, but when he blocked her view, the only thing she could hear was the sound of the latch opening and the wooden box creaking open. A few seconds passed and then he turned around and walked back toward her.
    “In order to be mine, you’ve got to wear this,” he said, producing a silver, diamond collar. It was beautiful, and she noticed the links holding the collar together were in the shape of a wolf. The jewelry was the most beautiful she’d ever seen.
    “What happens if I wear that?” she asked. Kitty wasn’t a fool. Something like that meant a hell of a lot more.
    “Wearing this means you become mine in all things. You stop stripping, you accept I’m your mate, that you belong to me, and that I own every inch of you.”
    “I won’t be shared with other men,” she said.
    “I’m not asking you to be shared with other men. I’m telling you that you’re going to be mine. Only mine.” He ran his fingers through her hair, gripping the length tightly.
    Kitty moaned, addicted already to his kind of pain.
    “What are you going to do, Kitty?”
    She stared into his animalistic eyes and she fell for him. Vic, the mystery man who’d followed her home. It was insane, crazy, and totally stupid. She was chained up in a sex club at the mercy of a man she didn’t actually know.
    “I’m going to be yours,” she said. The moment she spoke the words, she didn’t have a single regret. This was the right thing to do. The only thing to do.

S he’d accepted him, and his wolf howled in approval. Vicious didn’t wait to give her what she needed, to give her what they both needed. He’d give her the pain she needed, the pain she didn’t know she’d wanted until he’d touched her. They were two halves of the same whole, and because they were mates, everything they did together would be heightened, that much more intensified and pleasure-filled.
    If she wanted pain, he’d give it to her, because her pain was his pleasure.
    He unrestrained her from the bench, but had her pressed to the wall across from him second later. For several seconds, all Vic did was