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"Promises, promises," I mutter.

Sam's grip on my hip tightens, and his body leans in, pressing mine to the bar until his breath skates over my ear. "Always with the sass, baby girl. I'm gonna spank that out of you now."

My breath hitches. This is what I asked for, but still, knowing that he's about to deliver has my skin tingling with desire.

Any fear I was feeling is gone now, and all that's left is an excited fluttering in my stomach and a desperate ache deep in my core.

One that only Sam can fill.

For a moment, all my self-doubt creeps in, coating my skin in shame. But Sam undoes it with a stroke of his hand over my skin while he groans, audibly affected by me. The reaction bolsters my confidence.

That is, until his fingers lift and come back down with a loud smack.

The sensation scatters through me, going straight to my clit.

This turns me on.

I mean, I thought it would, based on the scenes in the dirty books I've read, but I've never actually tried it. Rhett had no interest in trying anything in the bedroom. He wanted me to suck his dick or lay back and moan like a porn star while he thrusted inside me until he came. My pleasure wasn't of much interest to him.

But I get the feeling that Sam's very interested in my pleasure.

His palm smacks down against my ass, and I yelp this time as the sting radiates through my cheek. "You're stunning when you take a punishment for me," he murmurs, the words stoking the fire that's raging inside me.

Logic has been thrown out the window, my brain completely ignoring the fact that I'm being spanked by the man who kidnapped me.

All I can think about is how much I like it.

And how much better it would be if his hand trailed lower…

Sam's touch lifts again before spanking the other cheek. He goes back and forth between the two, the sound of his hits ringing out in the empty bar. He doesn't stop until I'm panting, tears welling at the corners of my eyes. And then he soothes the ache he's created by caressing his hand over the warmed flesh.

Slowly, his fingers drift lower until they find my core, and he keeps one hand on my lower back, holding me in place while his other hand begins to explore. I become a puppet for him, my mind empty of all other thoughts as his fingers dance over my touch-starved skin.

"Please." The word slips from my lips, a plea for more of anything and everything he's willing to give. I don't care what it will cost me; that's a problem for the morning. Right now, I just need his touch.

"I love hearing you beg." Sam's voice is deep and rumbling. "But what are you begging for, sweet girl?"

"You. Everything. Justtouch me."

Sam chuckles. "Where do you want me to touch you, Olivia? Be specific."

Need swirls in my gut, mixing with embarrassment. Having to say it out loud feels wrong and dirty, but I'm too deep. I need a release.

"My clit," I pant. "Make me come."

"Anything you want." Sam's fingers move to where I need him, swirling over the bundle of nerves in slow circles.

My spin tightens as pleasure coils inside me. "More." I arch into his touch, craving the ecstasy right on the horizon.

"You want more?" Sam taunts, and it only serves to make me wetter and needier. "Spanking really turns you into a needy little slut, doesn't it?"

The question should be insulting, but it doesn't make me angry. It makes me want to shoutYes! I'm a needy little slut for you!Something must be broken in my brain, but I can't focus on that right now, because I am a needy little slut for him and I need him to make me come.

"Answer me," Sam demands.

"Yes," I breathe out, and he rewards me with a finger pressing into my entrance. He pumps in and out before adding a second. The combination of his fingers thrusting inside me and his thumb on my clit rockets the pleasure that's building inside me.

"I'm so close." I'm gripping onto the edge of the bar, my breathing coming out in pants as Sam as my orgasm gets closer.