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back, swallowing a lump of excitement as another wave of arousal washed over her. He stared at her—the deep brown of his eyes alive and dangerous. “Bend over, grab the column.”
    Bryce glanced up at the painted wood and took a deep breath. Here? In the bright daylight? She swallowed. I asked for this. I can’t back out now. She nodded and reached out, wrapping her hands around the post as Alston stepped up behind her.
    A gardener could pop over the hill and see them—see her—with her round ass sticking out for Alston’s approval. A thrill rushed through her and she shivered. As she bent over, Alston fluffed her dress up over her backside, exposing her panties to the bright morning light.
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    God damn . She was beautiful. Willful but naturally submissive. Scared and excited at the same time. Part of him wanted to ravage her. To give her everything he had until she broke beneath him. But he couldn’t. Standing there with her plump, full ass jutting out and her hands gripping the weathered wood, she was still his ward. Still someone he’d agreed to care for. And he would. One spank at a time.
    “Let’s take these off, shall we?” Slipping his fingers beneath her panties, he tugged and the fabric fell to the floor. They pooled around her feet and Alston whistled in appreciation. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re so wet and swollen. Eager.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    A flash of heat surged through Alston, straight to his cock. “Don’t call me that. Not yet.”
    She glanced behind her. “I’m sorry, Alston.”
    “Better. Now, I’m going to ask you again. Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want a taste of my world?”
    “Yes. I’m sure. Please, Alston.” Her legs trembled and her voice turned desperate. “I need you.”
    Smack! He flicked the soft leather against her ass and she cried out. Smack! He hit her other cheek and she gasped. So fucking hot . “If you want me to stop, say ward. That’ll be your safe word. Can you remember that?”
    “Yes. I can remember.”
    “Good.” Smack! Smack! Smack! He hit her with the crop again and again, each time a little harder, a little faster. Her ass colored pink where he’d struck and each time she let out a keening moan. She loved it. He could tell. Brushing the crop across her skin, Alston drew a whimper from her and he stilled.
    “Too much?”
    “No…It’s just…I need…”
    Alston slid the riding crop between her legs, rubbing it against her swollen lips as he pushed her wide open with his knee. “You need what? To come?”
    “Yes!”
    He chuckled and tapped the crop against her bare mound. “You will. But have some patience. We’re not close to done yet.”
    With expert precision, he tapped her swollen flesh, using the soft leather to ramp her up, send her higher, flood her body with the edge of bliss. Never touching the spot she needed, never giving her relief.
    “Alston, please!” It came out in a pleading whimper. “Make me come!”
    He fought the urge to punish her. A novice should be given leeway. Especially her. Instead, he pulled the crop away and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “I give commands, Bryce. Not you.”
    “I’m sorry.” The words came out in a gasp.
    “Apology accepted.” With gentle pressure, he used his hand to stroke her tender flesh until she moaned again in unsatisfied lust. “Now, let’s give you what you’ve been wanting, hmm?”
    He stood back up and slid the crop back between her legs. She tensed in front of him, legs quivering and ass clenching, until the first flick of the leather hit her clit.
    “Oh, God! Yes!” She hung her head and he flicked again, drawing out groans and moans and uncontrollable spasms.
    On and on it went, him driving her orgasm through her body, her moaning and shaking and losing control. With a final tap of the leather on her clit, she came, crying out in euphoria as he pressed the crop into her swollen, little nub.
    He stepped away as ecstasy took