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yield,” I whispered back, even as I jutted out my breasts on display.
    He caught the neckline of my undergarment and ripped. The fabric was thin and he was strong, so he wrenched it in two immediately, baring me as he pushed the fabric away to flutter to the floor.
    “Now tell me your sins,” he ordered.
    “No.”
    “Yes.”
    He caught my arms and drew me against him. I felt the heat of his breath against my lips and my eyes fluttered shut in anticipation of the kiss to come. But he didn’t kiss me. Instead he dragged me back, sat down in one of the chairs by the fire and flipped me over his knee.
    I had never been in such a position before. He held me firmly with one hand while the other slid over the naked globes of my ass. And oh, that touch. My God, that touch. Like silk. But with steel beneath. Rather like the hard cock that probed my belly as I lay helpless as a child.
    “Tell. Me. Your. Sins,” he repeated succinctly.
    “No,” But this time my whispered response trembled. In lust. In fear. In anticipation.
    He swung his hand back and then whacked me across my backside hard enough that I saw stars before my eyes. I cried out at the shock and pain of his strike, but also the arousal it brought. He caressed the ill-used skin and the gentleness after the violence made my wet pussy clench.
    “Tell me what you’ve done, my lovely whore,” he demanded, his tone as silky as his touch.
    “I-I have sucked men,” I whispered at last. “Sucked them dry with my mouth.”
    He slapped me against across the backside and I jolted with pleasure-pain.
    “And?” he urged, stoking me again.
    “I have licked a woman,” I continued. “Licked her until she came and came while another man watched.”
    Thwack came his hand again, followed by the gentle, soft caress on the rapidly throbbing skin.
    “And?”
    “I have ridden men to completion.”
    “How many, my lady?”
    I squeezed my eyes shut, picturing each one and becoming more excited with their memories imposed upon this punishment. “Four?”
    He slapped me once, twice, three times, four in rapid succession and I yelped.
    “Oh, please!” I murmured.
    “Stop or don’t stop?” he asked as he stroked my bottom and then let his fingers slide lower. He parted my legs from behind and firmly cupped my dripping sex.
    I moaned as his rough flesh touched me.
    “You are so wet, my lady,” he murmured. “Your body acts as if you were made for punishment.”
    I nodded. “Yes,” I gasped. “Made for it. I am wicked and I want to be punished.”
    He made a low growl and slapped me one last time before he released my hands and stood me up. He rose and turned me roughly, marching me toward the settee. He shoved me into the back of it and I clasped it with both hands to keep from tumbling over it.
    “I will not spare you the rod,” he vowed as he slammed my legs apart and pounded inside of me with one hard thrust of his thick cock.
    I cried out at the invasion for it came with no warning, but also no resistance. I was soaked with need and he filled me to his hilt.
    “You will not come, my lady,” he growled as he began to circle his hips against me. “Until I say you may.”
    “I won’t,” I promised, though I was already on the edge of powerful release. But I would try to be good. Or wicked. It was all jumbled by then.
    Oh, but how he took me. Hard and furious, without surrender, without mercy. And I met his every stroke with one of my own, gripping him, grinding back against him. All the while my pleasure built and built. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, that the stimulation he had created with his spankings had me too close to the edge even before he slammed himself inside of me.
    “I want to obey,” I cried out. “But I am so close to coming.”
    He slowed his strokes immediately and I looked back over my shoulder at him. He had a thoughtful look on his face, contemplating my plea, I suppose.
    “You will suck me for all to see later,” he ordered.