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invisible line tying her to Jax. He moved and she automatically followed.
    A giggle escaped. Did she really want Jax to lead her by a leash like a pet?
    “Something funny?” he asked, bending her over the edge of the mattress, one hand high on her back, pressing her into the soft blanket.
    His rough hands forced down her pants, the air cool on her overheated skin. The heady rush of surrender pounded hot in her veins, desire sweet and thick, almost tangible. As tangible as the fabric-covered, steely erection brushing against her naked hip. She could taste it on her tongue. Her body was like a wire, coiled tight. And if he didn’t touch her soon, she’d snap.
    “No, Jax. There’s nothing funny about this.”
    His fingers, so deft and light she almost believed she imagined them, wandered down her backside. She squirmed, her pussy clenching with aching need. Nothing he could do to her would hurt as much as making her wait.
    He pinched her thigh. “Stay still, Katerina.”
    She sucked in a breath, grateful for the pain, which anchored her. “Yes, Jax.”
    He cupped her between her thighs. “I do like these panties. I think I’ll keep them.” He wrenched them away from her body with a loud rip, the crotch of her underwear swiping her pulsing clit in the process.
    She shouldn’t like this. Shouldn’t want this. Grown women shouldn’t enjoy being told what to do. What kind of a person craved pain?
    She did. Craved it like an addict for her choice of substance. She’d tried alcohol. Drugs. Sex. But nothing flew her higher than pain.
    For so long, it was her dirty little secret.
    As a teen she’d leave the bottom of her palm over the flame of a candle for a bit too long. Dribble hot wax on her forearm. Stick safety pins into the pads of her fingers to draw blood. Pain provided a momentary escape from reality and, at the same time, centered her.
    He laid a hand at the top of her spine, holding her in place. His breaths came heavy and quick.
    “How are we going to do this without your toys?” she asked.
    “I don’t have to spend hundreds of dollars when everything I could ever need can be found around the house. Stay still and no talking unless you need to use your safe word.”
    The first smack on her ass surprised her. “Ow,” she cried out even though it didn’t hurt.
    He laughed and slapped her other cheek, this time harder. “I said no talking.” This time his hand lit her ass on fire in its burning intensity. He didn’t pause between smacks, raining blows from the top of her cheeks to her upper thighs.
    She dug her fingers into the comforter and focused on not moving. She’d prove she could handle whatever he doled out.
    After a few minutes, the tingling sensation caused by the spanking of her skin morphed into one giant ball of heat, and she realized she no longer registered it as pain. Her ass throbbed and, God, so did her pussy. It was as if she’d grown a beating heart between her legs.
    Jax growled as he continued his pleasurable assault on her ass. She sank into the cushion of her bed, her body buzzing.
    She needed to come. All she’d have to do was grind her pelvis into the mattress and she’d go off like a grenade. But something held her back. Jax hadn’t given her permission to climax, and although he hadn’t forbidden it, she wanted to please him.
    The spanking stopped and his hand lifted from her spine.
    Would he fuck her now?
    A scratching up and down her backside revived the numb nerve endings and intensified the heat caused by his blows. Moaning, she bucked, although she wasn’t sure if it was to escape or to ask for more.
    He palmed the back of her neck, holding her in place. “No moving. I bet you didn’t know your brush could be used for more than hair.”
    Each bristle felt like a tiny pin poking into her sensitive skin. Breathing deep, she relaxed her body once again and surrendered to the sensation. But as soon as she began to float, Jax startled her with more smacks on her