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How much more could he expect her to tolerate?

“How are you doing, little girl?” As though he sensed her dismay, his palm paused, pressing against her heated flesh.

“It hurts!” She spat out the words. “Sir.”

“Excellent.” His fingers skimmed her skin. “That’s the point, Amy. It’s supposed to hurt. Maybe next time you provide a footrest for me, you’ll try a little harder.”

Her brows furrowed.Next time?She fidgeted over him, unable to decide how she felt about that idea. She’d enjoyed being down there on the floor, hadn’t she?

Yes. The answer was forthcoming.She’d certainly appreciated it more than the bloody spanking.

“Your ass is a wonderful crimson color.” Cocooning her, he kissed the tender skin of her behind. “And...” He hesitated. “Because this is your first time, I’ll be kind and end the spanking there.”

“Thank you, sir.” There was genuine thankfulness in her voice.

Fondling her sore cheeks, his fingertips dipped between them. “I won’t be so lenient next time.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Pinioned by Pleasure

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LIKE A FLY CAUGHT INa spider’s web, Amy was entirely captured. If she’d been bound in silk and splayed across the corner of the wall, she’d have been more liberated than she felt with Kyle.

The spanking was over, and she was glad for the respite, but her body longed for more of the hot and heavy sensations. How was that possible? Her breath caught at the perplexing notion. How could she want more of the thing that she despised?

How could she want any of it?

The unraveling answer was simple enough, if not difficult to acknowledge. She hadn’t hated any of it. Despite the pain and the ignominy, Kyle had given her everything she’d ever needed. The man barely knew her, but his body seemed to recognize hers in an almost primal way. Together, they’d weaved magic in the shadowy confines of his mansion.

“You took your spanking well.” His fingers skimmed along her labia. Each feathery touch was captivating, promising to take her back where she longed to be—close to the edge where they both belonged.

She tensed at his exquisite pressure, her body alive at his light caresses, craving more.

“Do you remember what’s next, little girl?” One of his fingertips grazed her clit, and her body jerked as his question hung in the air.