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We stare at each other for several long beats. Our mutual need swirls around us while the moment of stillness sharpens it. I’ve never felt such burning desire. Such essential longing. Such an all-consuming craving.

And it’s not just her body I want at this moment. Or probably long before this moment.

“Okay,” she rasps her consent, trepidation and longing lacing her tone.

I smile and kiss her again. “Good girl.” I graze her ass with the whip again. “Where?”

She blinks. “What?”

“Where do you want the whip? Your pussy or your ass?”

Chapter 22

Saar

Good girl.

I stare at him, my heartbeat drumming in my head and air slipping from my lungs. An insatiable ache flows through my veins, spreading fiery lust. “I have never had my pussy spanked.”

I had a healthy sex life before. Or so I thought. With Corm, in this moment, I’m self-conscious about my lack of experience. Judging by the flash of desire in his eyes, my answer pleases him.

“It would be my honor to be your first.” He winks, but there is no jest in his tone. It’s grave with need. Jesus, this man is intense.

Still, I find comfort behind his lighthearted comment. I bite my bottom lip, my heart and mind racing. I want this so much, but at the same time it feels like I’m giving up something.

“Stop overthinking, baby. It’s a simple question: Do you want to have your pussy spanked?”

Fuck, the timbre of his voice quivers through my body, adding to the languid lava already bubbling inside me. “I think so?”

I have never shied away from a good time, so what am I considering?

Because something shifted tonight, and having casual fun is no longer on the table. And that is way more than I bargained for when I agreed to this arrangement.

With his thumb, he traces my lip, my jaw, my cheek. The admiration in his eyes is almost too much. I don’t deserve it, but he still rewards me with it, and it feels so genuine it’s unbearable.

Now, I’m standing in front of this man who decided to give us a try—whatever that means—and… well, careful what you wish for.

His adoration is so intimate, so honest, so unconditional, I want to look away to shield myself.

But I don’t, because as scary as this connection is, it also makes me feel alive for the first time in I don’t know how long.

“I will need a more definite answer, baby.” He kisses my forehead.

It’s gentle, and in such contrast to the topic of our conversation that I close my eyes to cope with the overwhelming feeling.

“Will it hurt?” I wrinkle my nose, heat rising to my cheeks as I try to hold on to my confidence.

“Obviously.” I could hear the smirk even with my closed eyes.

I huff, but I’m grateful he brings playfulness into this. Or his assholeness, I don’t know which.

“Look at me, Saar.”

It’s a demand, but there is softness behind it. I pry my eyes open.

“The border between pain and pleasure is very thin. The hurt will be fleeting compared to pleasure, but we don’t have to go there.”

“I thought I have no say in the bedroom.”