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her emotions. His authority softened her sharp edges, allowing her to quiet her raging thoughts.
    He spun her away from him and with his free hand gave her two hard swats to her bare backside. She yelped from surprise but didn’t find the act to be too painful. He spun her back around to him and kissed her hard, letting go of her hands she wrapped them around him again.
    “Do as you’re told. I control what happens here.” His raspy voice whispered into her ear, and he slowly pushed her onto the bed.
    She scooted back, and he knelt between her thighs.
    “You are so damn beautiful. I don’t see how you don’t see it…but that’s for another day.” He sounded out of breath.
    She rested her hands at her sides, unsure of where to put them. He leaned down and kissed her again, pulling her senses every which way. His hands were everywhere. He pulled at her breasts and before she could react, he was feeling her softness. She felt his finger invade her, and she arched her hips toward him. He chuckled into her neck as he continued to kiss her.
    He rolled her clit between his fingers, driving her mad. She hadn’t had another person touching her in such ways in a very long time. She felt as though she would lose her mind before he finished with her.
    He locked eyes with her, watching her writhe beneath him in pleasure. He rubbed her a bit harder. “You are close.” The corner of his mouth twisted upward in a sultry smirk, as his fingers became torture instruments. His strokes on her clit lightened then intensified until she looked at him ready to kill.
    “This time you may come when you are ready. In the future, I may not be so kind.” His voice held a promise of wonders she couldn’t grasp, while he stroked her in such a way.
    He left her for a moment to open a drawer of his nightstand, and she watched with a craving building in her belly as he unrolled a rubber over his thick, long cock.
    He knelt between her thighs, and with her expressed approval, he drove into her. She cried out as he withdrew and drove inward again. Her hips arched to meet each of his thrusts. He kissed her hard as they continued to move in unison.
    Pulling at his shoulders, she dug her nails into his muscles as she met his thrusts with her own. An urgency took over her like nothing she’d felt before. She wanted all of him. His hands were everywhere, stroking every sensitive inch of her.
    His fingers found their way to her mound again, and with a sliver of his touch, she found her release. He captured her scream with his mouth as she bucked up at him and then slowly fell downward to the bed once more.
    Wide dark eyes stared down at her. She licked and scraped her teeth over her bottom lip, trying to undo him. His thrusts buried deeper and faster. His eyes darkened; his jaw clenched as his orgasm took him over. She watched with fast breaths and tried to regain her senses.
    He kissed her again before rolling away to grab a towel from his nightstand. Then he cleaned between her legs. His touch was gentle, taking great care with her sensitive areas.
    He threw her a wink before he headed back to the bathroom. No lover in her past had been so concerned afterwards. The most caring of the bunch had merely tossed a towel to her as he’d headed to the bathroom for his own cleanup.
    Once he was in the bathroom, she sat on the edge of the bed and shook her head. A quick look at the digital clock on the nightstand told her it was only nine o’clock. The sound of the water running drew her attention to the bathroom door.
    How could he look at her again after this? How could she look at herself after this? He had spanked her. She’d let him. She hadn’t even hated it.
    The two quick slaps to her backside weren’t strong enough to hurt, but had been firm enough to rise a few unknown sensations in her. She’d quickly become aroused, and she wanted more of him. His confidence wasn’t just something she found positive about his persona, but rather something