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“For how long?” she asks, shivering.

I ease my grip and rub her ass slowly, letting the heat soak into my palm. I dip my fingers between her pouting lower lips. My cock’s already stone hard, but it jerks at the arousal that coats my fingers.

My breath catches, my heartbeat thudding with the lust in my chest. My balls ache with a hunger that I only feel for her.

I coat my finger in her need and then draw it back to her little rose. She stiffens when I push my fingertip into her tiny asshole.

“Sir—” she gasps, trying to escape.

“Lie still,” I say, my voice husky. I move my free hand underneath her, stroking her clit while I explore her ass. Her tight nipples make my teeth ache to bite them.

Her strangled moan is followed by a slow twisting of her hips. I sink my thick finger deeper into her and she gives up on resistance, easing her legs apart to let me take what I want, while bringing her off.

“For a while it’s going to be regular spankings. You’ll be naked over my lap, Raven, and sore afterward, so you remember who’s in charge.”

When she starts to pump her hips, I pull my hands free. Her little sob of frustration tugs at me.

“Stack up the pillows and lie over them, so they’re under your hips.”

She crawls over the bed, obeying me, so her pink ass is raised in offering, the damp petals of her sex beckoning me inside.

I raise up, rubbing my cock between her lower lips. She pushes back impatiently.

My stomach muscles contract with hunger. The way she offers herself for sex after a firm punishment has my heart pounding. It doesn’t matter that her lashes are still damp with tears. Her body responds to my dark desires.

I guide the thick head of my cock into her. She’s tight, but so soft. I sink into her until I’m nudging her womb. The sweet tortured sounds she makes burn through me. With my left hand I grip her hip, while I sink my right thumb back into her ass. She gasps and grips the sheets. I pump slowly, savoring her beautiful body face down over a mound of pillows, ass warm and pink from my hand.

“Oh, God,” she moans, her small hand snaking underneath to stroke herself. She moves frantically.

I pump harder, pushing her down into the pillows.

She comes, contracting around me with shuddering pulses. It feels so damned good. I come too, filling her with seed.

I pull back slowly, catching my breath, staring down at the curve of her back.

I drop onto my side and drag her body to me, so her chest is against mine. I wrap my arms around her.

“Are you all right?” I ask, sliding a hand down to rest on her ass.

“Sore,” she murmurs. “Inside and out.”

I move my mouth near hers, breathing her breath.

“I’m not going to kiss you,” she whispers against my lips.

“All right,” I return, continuing to hold her. I rub small circles into her lower back, massaging her muscles. I know her body needs comfort from me now, even if she doesn’t.

“Don’t take what we did just now as a sign of agreement. I don’t agree to be your prisoner.”

“All right,” I say again, cradling her close.

“Don’t you care about getting along with me?” she demands, pulling back to look at me.

I shrug. “It’s not my highest priority,” I say.

“I don’t understand you,” she says. “What is your highest priority?”

“Keeping you.”