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I have no grasp on what he’s saying.It’s a foreign concept.I can’t imagine why I would get aroused from a spanking, but I’ll take his word for it.Plus, Claire said the same thing.

After several more slaps of his palm, he picks up the pressure, swatting me harder, making me sway forward.I’m panting.It stings every time he spanks me, but it’s radiating to my pussy and increasing my arousal.

Suddenly, he stops and drags his fingers through my folds.“So wet.You like it when I spank your bottom, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Sir…” I’m going to come.I’m right on the edge.

He stops touching my pussy, and chuckles when I whine.“Not yet, baby.Your bottom needs a little more attention.”He resumes spanking me, his palm moving all around my butt until the sting turns into a deep burn.

I’m only partially aware that I’m rocking and moaning and possibly begging.I want him inside me.I don’t even have a reference point to go by; I just know I need him to fuck me.

He won’t, though, and that’s driving me mad.

When he finally stops swatting my heated skin again, he finds my clit, pressing firmly against it.“Come.”

I do.There’s no controlling my own body when Tiago’s in charge, and it would seem he will be in charge most of the time for the rest of my life.

As my orgasm makes my entire body shudder, I feel a sense of peace.I’m okay with him being in charge.More than okay.I love it.

Chapter15

Tiago

When my girl’s pussy stops pulsing against my fingers, I slip a second pillow under her belly to help support her.“Relax for a minute, baby.”

She lowers her shaking body onto the pillow, whimpering when she attempts to close her legs.She’s never looked sexier, arms above her head, bottom in the air, knees wide.She’s art.She’smyart.

I head for the bathroom and return with a tube of cream to take away some of the sting from her bottom.She moans when I take my time rubbing it in.

I finally release her from the cuffs and gently roll her onto her side.She probably doesn’t want to lie directly on her sore bottom.I prop myself up next to her on my side, stroking her hip and arm while I smile at her.“Sexiest woman alive.I’m so humbled.”

She gives me a slight smile, too.Her hair has come loose from the braid she often wears.I take off the band and run my fingers through the strands, brushing it from her face.“How about a nap?”

She nods.“That sounds amazing.”She licks her dry lips.

“I’ll get you some water.”I climb off the bed and grab a water bottle from the nightstand.Tucking one hand under her neck, I angle her head so she can drink.

My girl guzzles down half the bottle.She was thirsty.Not surprising.She’s so sated and lovely.I could stare at her all day.I’m looking forward to her napping so I can watch her sleep.I’ve never had that pleasure.

After draping a soft blanket over her naked body, I kiss her temple.“Sleep, baby.”She’s out almost before I can resettle on my side next to her.And I was right, watching her rest is mesmerizing.Everything about Reagan calls to me on some animalistic level I’ve never experienced before.

Sure, I’ve always known I was a Dominant, but I’ve never dated anyone who cared to experiment with submission.I’ve only ever grazed the surface of what was inside me.

With Reagan, it comes naturally.Her body calls to me, begs me to control her.It’s heady, and my cock gets harder every day as I feel that magnetic pull between us growing.

There was never any doubt she was mine, but that connection is growing, and I’ve reached a point where taking her home for the night is going to kill me.I’m itching with the need to keep her in my bed and fuck her nine ways to Sunday.

I will not back down, though.She will come to our wedding bed a virgin.I will make her fully mine that night and not a moment before.I close my eyes as I inhale her scent.Sex lingers in the air.I need release.I consider unzipping my jeans and stroking myself to orgasm while I watch her sleep, but I decide it’s too risky.If she woke up, I would end up inside her.

After gently easing from the bed, I pad over to the bathroom.It will only take me a few minutes to get the release I need, and then I’ll be back beside her.I might even nap myself.

It’s late afternoon when my feisty girl stands in front of me with her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed defiantly.She has no idea how cute she is when she challenges me.She doesn’t realize she will never win.

“I’m putting my foot down on this, Tiago,” she demands, stomping her bare foot on the hardwood.

I chuckle.“You’re adorable when you think you can convince me to change my mind.Feel free to argue with me as often as you want.It’s hot.”

“Tiago… I’m the one who packed the bag I brought here the first night.I know there were spare panties and bras in it.”

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