Page 60 of His Dark Pact
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“SHHH. IT’S OVER.” KYLE’Sarms tightened around her, pulling her closer against his hard body.
She went to him gladly, unsure of everything that had happened since the final strike but grateful for the comfort of his embrace—and his heat was comforting—whether she wanted it to be or not. After so long struggling alone, it felt good to be able to finally rest her head on something real, even if that man turned out to be only a handsome illusion.
“You survived your first spanking, little girl.”
Fleetingly, she acknowledged the insinuation in his reassurance that it might not be the final time he physically rebuked her, but oddly, she only smiled against the shirt on his chest. For all its craziness, she didn’t mind the idea. In truth, she might even court it. The warmth of his strikes had dispersed to her sex, leaving her even hotter than she’d been before.
“Yes.” She gasped the word, pressing her hand on the smooth fabric of his gray waistcoat. The cloth smelled like spring flowers, but the plaid pattern evoked memories of walks in the cooling autumn. “I didn’t think I would.”
“Whereas, I knew you would.” He lowered to plant a kiss on her crown. “And based on how excited you are, I’d say you didn’t mind it too much.”
She squirmed at his conclusion, unsure whether it had been the spanking itself or his treatment of her beforehand that had inspired her arousal, but he wasn’t wrong—shewasexcited.
Maybe I like both?
“I think there’s something wrong with me.” Her head ached at the admission, the tangled panties at her knees adding surety to the feeling. Who would choose to be spanked and gagged? Hell, she hadn’t even tried to pull up her underwear. Shewasreveling in his degrading treatment. “I shouldn’t want you to treat me this way.”
“You’re perfect.” His assurance was as steadying as his hand on her shoulder. “There’s no need to cry.”
Cry?
She blinked, abruptly aware of the tears brimming in her eyes. She hadn’t acknowledged the emotion until that moment.
“I...” Her hand rose to dab at the water. “I’m okay.”
How had he managed to reduce her to tears without her even being aware of them? She recalled the end of the spanking and the way he’d held her. Yes, there had been a swell of enmeshed emotions and confusion about her feelings, but... she’d had no idea she was crying.
“I’ll ensure you are.” The resolve echoing in his voice convinced her he meant every word. “Whatever I ask you to do, I’ll be here to pick you up afterward.”
That shouldn’t have sounded as enticing as it did.
“Thank you.”
He took a small step away. “The trial is working out flawlessly. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Well?The question pinballed in her head.Do I?
“It’s been... interesting, sir.”
“What would you have changed, little girl?” His lips curled.
That. The way you call me, little girl.
She pressed her lips together, unwilling to confess how uncomfortable, yet simultaneously sexy the term was making her.
“Why do you call me that?” She dodged the query. “I’m not a little girl, sir.”
“You can’t answer a question with a question.” He tutted but smiled as he shook his head. “Answer mine, and I’ll answer yours, then... you have dusting to do.”
“I thought I’d be organizing your diary and arranging deliveries, sir.” She clung to his jacket despite his stabilizing hand on her shoulder. “Not parading around here with my bits hanging out.”
His grin grew. “That’s still not answering my question. Do you need another ten swats?”
“No, sir.” Her heart rate spiked. “I just mean, I wouldn’t have chosen any of this, but...” Unable to meet his gaze, she stared at his expensive shirt. “Somehow, you’ve made it good.”