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Damn it all to hell.

I care. That’s it.

I. Care.

“Good girl.” To save myself from losing my goddamn mind, I wrench my foot from her hold, putting it back on the floor. “SayI’m begging you. Saypleaseagain.”

“I’m begging you.” Her fingers scratch the wood floor. Mouth parting as she pants, unable to hide how turned on she is. “Please.”

“So needy. Willing to do anything for me.” Holding the chain and cuffs attached to it, I move to kneel behind her. “Good girl. You’ll get what you asked for.”

Without a single warning, I snap the cuff around her ankle. Then I shove the heap of metal next to the bar under the kitchen island.

She looks over her shoulder. Pushes her butt toward me. “Are you going to spank me?”

“Such a whore for pain.”

My hand cracks on her ass. The welts have healed since I belted her. She still screams, still moans. Getting me even harder for her. My lust is suffocating.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

I push the butt plug into her pussy.

“Look at you. You’re dripping. Soaked. Sucking the butt plug in.” At her whimper, my cock jerks. “It’s a good thing.”

I take it out, applying her wetness around the rim. A groan escapes me as she clenches her thighs, as she whimpers, everything about her rejecting the stretch, the pain.

As if anything can help her against me. God himself could come down here, and I’d defile her in His presence.

She’s not His.

Mine.

“I’m scared.” She sways forward, moving her ass away from me.

“Poor girl.” I pull her to me by her hip. “You must be under the impression that I care.”

Of course I care. Precum dampens my boxers. My heart knocks against my ribs.

I’m on my knees for her.

If that’s not caring, I don’t know what is.

“I—”

“Deep breath.”Crack!My hand lands on her ass. I spit on her tight hole. “Relax.”

“James.” My name is a plea on her lips. To keep going, most likely, since her ass unclenches. Since she relaxes like I told her to. “Don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t give you anything you can’t handle.” I’ll eviscerate anyone who dares to harm her. “It’s going to hurt. And you will moan for me. You will like this.”

I slip my arm around her waist, pressing my fingers to her clit. My spit and her arousal soak my jacket. My sleeve is ruined.

I’ll have to change out of my suit before going to work.

And?

“That’s my good girl.” Each stroke of my fingers relaxes her further. I pull back to slip the tip of the plug into her ass. Her strangled cry is hot. It’s my undoing. “My filthy girl, doing as she’s told. My fucking girl.”

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