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Hysteria wavered in my voice as I articulated my desperation. As if the torment of the spanking wasn’t bad enough, I was demonstrating how awful it was just by speaking.

“Sir!” His voice was harsh as his palm left my ass again and landed another unrelenting spank.

“Sir!” I spluttered out the response, willing away my burgeoning headache.

“I want you to tell me how you’re planning to make it up to me.” His tone was softer then, reminding me of the seductive purr he’d employed in bed.

“You want your orgasm.” It was more of a statement than a question. “Sir.”

I added the final word begrudgingly, knowing mollification was my fastest route out of the tribulation, but I hated myself for doing so. I intentionally didn’t dwell on the implications of my words or what that meant for me. On some level, I accepted them, but my stinging ass refused to allow me to linger on the details.

“That would be a start.” Splaying his enormous palm over my behind, his thumb rubbed tiny circles into my leggings. “But I’d like more, little girl.”

More?Squirming over him, I dared not ask what that meant.

“Do you have any suggestions?” He was clearly enjoying himself, his tone relaxed as he stroked me.

“No,” I squeaked. “Sir.”

Lifting my hand, I rubbed at the throb in my temple.

“Shame.” Releasing my left hand, he guided it to the floor before he leaned over me. Relief emanated from my shoulder, and time protracted as his warm body doubled over mine. “I enjoyed making you orgasm, Erin. I don’t think you’d loathe returning the favor.”

My pulse sped up as something light skimmed over the curve of my ass, and based on the fact one of his hands was still holding down my back and the other had grazed along my thigh to the back of my knee, I could only imagine it was his lips.

I held my breath.

He’s kissing me?

After the recent brutality, the sudden show of tenderness made even less sense.

“But it’s okay.” The hand at my knee brushed along the back of my leg. “I understand this has been a lot, so I’ll make you this offer.”

An offer?

The pounding in my head was clouding my ability to think clearly.

“You give me what I want, and not only will the spanking end, but I’ll even promise to make you come even harder than you did last night.”

Make me come?I rasped for breath. Hanging over him in the most ungainly way, the last thing I was thinking about was pleasure.

“What do you want me to do, sir?” As if I couldn’t guess.

“I want you on your knees, begging for my cock.”

My brows knitted at the ignominy of what he described. “Begging?”

“Yes,” he enthused. “And once I’m happy with your effort, you’ll take my cock in your mouth and pleasure me.”

That much I had been expecting. The strange thing was, if he hadn’t flipped me over his lap and put me through the latest test, I’d have happily opted to fellate him myself.

“Okay.” The word was a sigh from my lips.

I wasn’t crazy about the begging part, but perhaps, once I was there and willing to offer him hedonism, he’d forget my pleading and just revel in his supposed victory.

It was worth a shot.

“Okay?” He chuckled at my reticence. “Is that all you have to say?”