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the front of her neck like a collar, her arms still snared in the sleeves. Her head was free now, but because he was pinning her down with one hand, her sight was still limited. And she wanted to see him…
    She wanted to see all of him.
    As he was seeing all of her.
    The rasp of his zipper mixed with the sounds of their accelerated breathing. The swoosh of denim against his skin as he stripped out of his jeans made her start to shake.
    Hard thighs, wiry hair, pressed against the back of her thighs. She tried to push back against him, but he pushed down on her harder.
    “Don't move.”
    His palm skimmed down her spine and over one ass cheek, then the other.
    “Don't move from that position,” he warned. “Not even an inch.”
    Or what? she wanted to know. What would he do? What could he possibly do to her that would be more exhilarating than what he was already doing? The thought tempted her to move, but she wouldn't risk it. Not yet. She didn't know him. She didn't know his limits, what he was capable of.
    And that made her cunt clench tight.
    “Do you know what happens to bad little girls who borrow without asking?”
    Oh, wait. That's right. She was still being punished. Somehow she had forgotten.
    “They get punished,” Quinn answered, not bothering to disguise the pleasure in her voice.
    Then he smacked her ass cheek with his open hand, making her jerk forward in surprise. “That's right.”
    “Ow!” She was not expecting to be spanked. And it stung, to boot.
    Logan smoothed his palm over the stinging cheek to soothe it.
    “Not only did you borrow my stuff without permission, my shit's going to need to be washed. You got the crotch all wet.”
    He smacked the other cheek, and again, she jerked forward from the shock of it.
    “Jesus Christ!” She wanted him to stop. No! No, she didn't. Oh God, what was wrong with her?
    “No complaining, or it'll just extend your punishment.”
    Quinn felt the sweep of his long hair against her rear before his tongue smoothed along one of her smarting cheeks. He licked her again and again, long, slow strokes, until both cheeks were damp.
    Then he smacked her once more, and it stung worse because her skin was wet, but made the pleasure more intense to Quinn. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought she'd be spanked by an adult as an adult. But she realized now what she had been missing. It was naughty and exciting, and every time his palm made contact with her ass, a shot of lightning went right through her, making her nipples harder and making her inner muscles contract.
    “Your ass is so red. It's so pretty like that. So fuckable.”
    “Then fuck me… please .”
    She waited to be berated for speaking out. But he said nothing. Instead he slid his cock over her burning cheeks and between them.
    She tensed as a moment of panic shot through her. Jesus . He was large. Not as large as some of the men in the pornos she had seen in college. But larger than her ex.
    She couldn't see him, because she was still pinned on her stomach, her arms bound in the T-shirt behind her back, but he felt as hard as steel, thick, and long. He would never fit.
    His balls hung heavily, rubbing against her slit. He squeezed her ass cheeks together and slid his cock between them, thrusting against her.
    Quinn raised her hips and pushed her ass toward him, encouraging him to take the next step.
    Logan leaned over her, grinding his hips into her ass harder while he licked along her lower spine, avoiding her bound arms. He nipped a shoulder blade. Her hands were free enough that, when she stretched her fingers out, she made contact with the head of his cock. It was slick and smooth and very, very hot.
    She tried to wrap her fingers around him, but Logan pulled away.
    “Don't move,” he warned her again.
    She didn't. She didn't want to miss this for anything.
    At least she thought so until she heard the slide of a drawer. What was he getting? Oh God, what was he going to do with a kitchen