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CJ went right back to work, stroking her tender ass cheeks, then spanking them, going from one side to the other, pausing only to run her fingertips over the sore flesh before smacking her ass again, pleasure interspersed with the pain.

And Kenna was squirming, moaning, processing the pain, processing the pleasure, until it all melded, becoming one thing, one sensation that was simply…

sensation. Simply a stinging pleasure that seemed to travel from the surface of her skin to her hard nipples, her even harder clit, to pulse deep in her wet pussy.

Soon she was shivering all over, needing to come so badly, she swore the ache arrowed deep into her body, shivering through her whole system like some long-held note.

CJ was playing her like an instrument she knew evert part of, and seemed to know everything about: every desire, every response, every dream Kenna had ever had.

And when had a simple spanking ever done this to her?

But it wasn’t simple. It was perfection.

It was as if CJ knew exactly what to do and when, the precise moment when she needed her to stop spanking her and instead stroke her heated flesh.

To add an evil little pinch that only made her want to giggle, even as it stung.

And she reveled in every moment, her mind blurring.

All she knew was sensation. The feel of CJ’s hands on her body.

The scent of her standing so near. The exquisite need building inside her.

God, the need…

Just when she knew was about to beg for more, CJ stopped, sliding her fingers into the back of Kenna’s hair and grasping tightly, gently pulling her head up.

“Ohhh…”

Kenna felt utterly commanded, taken over. And she loved it.

CJ moved around the bench until she stood right in front of her, and lowered her face to hers.

“We’re done for now, Kenna girl. I’m going to sit you upright, but don’t worry; I’m gonna hang onto you, okay?”

“But I don’t want to stop.”

CJ chuckled, that low, sexy sound deep in her throat making Kenna shiver all over again. “Who’s the boss here?” she demanded.

Kenna sighed. “You are.”

“And is that fact so disappointing, babygirl?”

“Oh, no. I just mean… I don’t know what I mean.”

“That’s what I thought. Come on. Sit up for me. I’ve got you.”

CJ had an arm around her, helping her to straddle the spanking bench, and she felt the press of the vinyl against her heated pussy, making her want to grind against it.

“Are you lightheaded at all?” CJ asked.

“No. I don’t think so.”

“Okay. Let’s swing you around.”

CJ shifted her until she sat side-saddle on the bench, her face level with CJ’s as she looked into her eyes.

CJ’s were all warm golden-brown heat, making Kenna melt all over.

Making her need rise and spiral, a need that was more than physical.

It was a yearning so strong she didn’t know what to do with it.

She wanted to reach out, to grab onto her, but did she dare?

She flexed her fingers, trying to will the urge away, but her mind was still so hazy from play.

.. She blinked hard a few times, drew in a deep breath, and held it before blowing it out.

It didn’t help this… whatever it was she was feeling.

Something new and deep she couldn’t begin to explain to herself.

“CJ,” she said on a whisper.

“What is it, Kenna girl?”

“I… I need you.”

CJ stroked her cheek with gentle fingertips. “Fuck, Kenna,” she said with a small shake of her head.

“Do—do you feel it, too?” she stuttered. “This is… different.”

“Yeah, I feel it. I feel it all over my body. I feel it in the way my heart pounds just looking at you, and even more when I touch you.”

“I want you to touch me,” Kenna told her, the words flowing from her lips before she could stop them.

“I want that, too, baby. You have no idea how much. But we made an agreement, and we have to stick to it. It would be completely irresponsible of me not to”

Kenna let out a sigh. “I hate this agreement.”

“Yeah. Sometimes I’m an idiot,” CJ said, making Kenna smile.

“You’re not an idiot.”

“Yeah, I sure as hell am. Because I knew—I fucking knew —the moment I saw you, I couldn’t stand not to have you under my hands.

Just like I know it’s completely unfair and even unethical to have this discussion with you right now, after we just played, while you’re subspaced and your judgement is compromised.

But fucking hell, Kenna. I’ve wanted you all these years.

And here we are, with you right in front of me, and your skin feels like goddamn silk.

And those little moans and your panting breath and the goddamn mewling, like the littlest suffering kitten.

And I want you to be my kitten. My kitten. ”

“Ohh, yes, please,” was all Kenna could say, her head spinning with everything CJ was saying.

“But if I’m an actual Dom and not some dumbass wanna-be, some fucking romper-dom, then I’ll honor our agreement, our negotiations, and even the stupid rule I put into place, and I will not kiss you.

I won’t,” she said, the determination in her voice telling Kenna she was trying to convince herself as much as she was her.

“You’re no wanna-be, CJ,” Kenna said quietly. “And you’re right—I know you won’t. I know your sense of ethics tells you not to. But I need you to. I need you to kiss me. Please?”

She cupped CJ’s face in her hands and pulled her closer. She paused for a breath, giving CJ a moment to pull away. And when she didn’t, Kenna moved closer and pressed her lips to hers.