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ropes and used it to bind her again, only this time he didn’t allow his more tender side to prevail.  He tied her well and tight as she tried to fight him, but he ruthlessly quelled her attempts with his superior strength, until she was quite completely trussed up.
    Then he flung her onto her stomach and threw one leg over her thighs, sitting on them just above her knees and he brought both hands down on her unprotected behind at once.  She screamed from the very first contact and he couldn’t blame her in the least as he brought his broad, flat palms down again and again onto what had been her pristine white hillocks.
    But they weren’t pristine any longer after the first few, full strength smacks.
    Rachel didn’t think she could take much more of this.  She’d never been spanked in her life and she was glad of it, considering that now that it was happening to her for the first time she thought she was going to die.  It was horrendous!  It felt as if he was touching a torch to her behind every time those huge hands of his slapped down on her and he didn’t seem to be interested in stopping any time soon.
    And when he did, it was only to make things worse as she heard him unbuckle his belt.
    “No, please, don’t!”  She had made a promise to herself that no man would ever make her beg again, and yet he had managed to make her break that promise several times already.  She hated being weak.  Why had she hesitated when she’d finally cut her way through the ropes that held her wrist using the knife she kept secreted in the feather mattress?  Why hadn’t she just shot him dead then and there?
    In answer to her plea, as she continued to hear signs that he was removing that leather strap from around his waist, he said, “I will do whatever I think necessary in order to dissuade you from ever, ever thinking of doing something like that.  You were going to kill yourself, and that is never a acceptable, no matter what.”
    Rachel had no idea why it seemed to be so important to him that she—a veritable stranger to him—not kill herself, but he seemed quite intend on making sure she didn’t.
    And then he’d proceeded to prove to her that she’d been right all along.  It could get so much worse than what Hemmingway had done to her.  She’d never screamed in agony as a line of fire was lit across her behind before, but she did now.  She’d never rubbed her wrists raw trying to escape the man she thought had treated her the worst in her life, but she did now.  She’d never been held down as someone mercilessly bit into her tender flesh with his belt, but she had now.
    And, afterwards, when he was calmly replacing the implement of her misery around his waist, she found herself sobbing, this time in much like the same abject anguish that was frighteningly familiar from her unfortunate time with the disturbing—and disturbed—Mr. Hemmingway.
    Cage knew he’d gone a bit far in punishing her—although, in his own defense, he’d seen entirely too much death for him to blithely ignore what she’d apparently been quite intent on doing.  He didn’t know why, but the hopelessness of her sobs was getting to him even more than her much louder, more strident cries for mercy had a few moments ago as he’d brought his belt down to bite into her backside.  He stretched back out beside her and rolled her—forcibly, because that was how she made him do it, struggling against him all the way—onto her back as she gasped and arched up against the touch of the rough sheet on what was left of her behind, raw and sore as every inch of it was. Then, he tied her hands again above her head to the bedframe.
    Tears poured down her cheeks, and at that moment, he gave in to the side of him that he’d been trying to hold at bay—the one that wanted to comfort her, to hold her and tell her that everything would be all right as long as she obeyed him, the one that he was so wary of because it wanted much, much more than