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“What. Do you.Want?”

He yanked her up by the hair and clutched her throat, and as the pain flared over her skin, a floodgate opened in her mind, her body, herlife: “This.”

He was surprised. She could tell. Not unpleasantly.

There were a million ways to say it, but she chose the simplest.“Punish me.”

A sharp exhale, and his towel fell to the floor.

In seconds, he undressed her and wrangled her to the bed, held her down with his knees and ransacked the bottom drawer.

Trailing the soft frayed end of the rope down her spine, he said, “You’ve got a lot to learn, little girl.”

CHAPTER 22

Punish Me

The first thing Ivy learnedwas that Sever could have easily been a rodeo star or a longshoreman with his level of knot-tying knowhow.

The second thing she learned? There were gloves made for spanking. Maybe custom-made, but still. Impressive.

Next, she learned that bondage might just be her thing. Turns out, being unable to fight or speak can have acalmingeffect on a control freak. Who knew?

But the major breakthrough of the hour was about pain, and how much she felt she deserved it and wanted more and more of it until she and he and the plane imploded into a bright searing supernova of guiltylustyfreakydeakyness.

Sever made her wait, oh he made her beg for it without saying a word. All she heard was his angry nose breath as he pushed her to a kneel and coiled the rope around each of her ankles, burning her skin in his haste. He dropped the rope between her thighs and dug his chin into her shoulder to tie her wrists in front of her. Casting the pillows off the bed, he pushed her face to the cool sheets, threaded the rope under her bodyand tugged until her ankles met her wrists. Then he secured the rope to the foot of the bed.

By the time he knelt directly behind her again, and it wasn’t a very long time at all, her inner thighs were slippery-wet.

She automatically arched, expecting immediate contact... but he didn’t touch her. For awhile. She began to worry that he was going to leave her like this, teach herthatkind of lesson. For which she would have to kill him, once she was untied.

Just as she was about to pitch a fit, four items dropped beside her head in succession: The paddle. One black leather glove. A flogger. The feather.

Knotting her hair in his fist to lift her head, he said one thing: “Choose.”

A hot flush spread down her neck all the way to her toes. There was something so evil about that demand — and evil was definitely hitting the spot right now. But did she have to pick just one? Would he be starting with her choice and moving down the line for variety, or was he saving the others for another time, a time which would never come? If that were the case, she had to choose the implement she was most curious about. “The?—”

He cupped her mouth and gritted at her ear, “With your teeth.”

Oh...Barely recovering from the sexy of his voice and the accidental nudge of his hard-on, she maneuvered as best she could to get the glove into her mouth. The glove, she discovered, that was lined with thin metal.

“Drop it.”

As she thought,He’s treating me like a puppy, this should not be turning me on,she spit it into his open palm.

Setting it on her back, he gagged her with what she had assumed was a blindfold, pressed her forehead to the mattress and told her to stay that way. He knelt beside her, aligned herbody in a position that pleased him, and picked up the glove. She heard him put it on, snap the buckle shut. Heard him inhale loud and exhale Zen-slow.

The wait was agonizing — an eternity went by and he hadn’t moved a muscle. A drop of his sweat splashed onto her spine. Another. ...Another. ...Another! Ivy began to quiver uncontrollably.

I’ve been bad. So, so bad. Hurt me all fucking ready!

With that thought, she whined.

That must have been all he was waiting for, because as the strangled noise escaped, his gloved hand came down with such velocity and force that it caused a cold wind. When it hit, she screamed, completely unprepared for the hot-skillet sting of it... on herspot.

The next hit her ass. Then her spot. Then her ass. The pain was horrendous and shocking and thrilling. And she fuckinglovedit.

“Look at you.” Sternly, he probed two leather-clad fingers inside of her and she felt her juices pour out before he rubbed it on her spot. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

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