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“No, please—”

Two more slaps followed on the same cheek. I wiggled and fought to break away, but it didn’t help.

I was at Hugh’s mercy.

The spanking was merciless. Each strike was hard and swift. I couldn’t tell where the next one was going to come from. Tears came to my eyes as I shouted out over and over. My pussy was so wet that I could feel drips of liquid falling from between my lips.

Then, everything changed.

The pain enveloped me, but so had peace. I took each strike and welcomed it. Every smack against my skin liftedme up and out of my head, and there was nothing to think about, nothing to feel, but the exquisite burning of my beaten skin.

It wasn’t about pain anymore, it was about transcendence. Each blow added to the euphoria, and I surrendered to it. I relished in it.

“There she is. There’s my good girl.” He pulled my hair, and I leaned back, sighing against the sting at my scalp. Fingers massaged my sensitive skin and I shuddered.

He was looking at me with so much admiration. I felt a lump of emotion forming in my throat.

CHAPTER 17

DENISE

His hand was still gripping tight to my hair so we could maintain eye contact. I bit my lip, my mind hazy and high on endorphins and adrenaline. His belt clinked and rustled as I heard him undo his zipper. A hum buzzed around my throat, thinking of what was going to come next.

Letting my hair go, his hands grabbed at my waist as he moved into me, barely. Only the very tip of him was stretching me and I put my face back into the couch, trying and failing to move my hips beneath him. The sounds coming from my throat were guttural, but he stayed still, waiting.

“Hugh,” I was pleading and pushing against him.

“Come on Little Menace, you know what you have to do,” he said, one hand moving sensually over my skin, hisother gripping me at the nape of my neck, holding me down.

“Please,” I whispered. “Please, fuck me.”

He chuckled as he slowly drew out and back in. I groaned at his slow torture while he laughed.

“Hugh, I need you to—please. More.” I fisted the couch as I tried to back into him again, but his grip was unrelenting. I was delirious from the heady mix of pleasure and pain. I needed him.

“Look at how well you beg me,” he said, his tone full of reverence. Pulling back, he surged forward, knocking my knees into the couch, and hitting all of the right spots as he planted himself deep inside me.

Humming, I felt my body shaking as he slowly withdrew. I wanted and needed him to fuck me. He slid forward slowly again, this time his thumb had found a home again in my ass, pulling against my tight muscles.

“Do you want me to fuck you here?” He punctuated his words by hooking his thumb and pulling up. I moaned and clenched around him.

He let out a moan of his own in response. I couldn’t lean back, but I could—I clenched again and Hugh made a sound in the back of his throat.

The hand in my hair pulled me back and I laughed when I saw the concentration on his face, concentration that creased his forehead and caused him to frown.

Grabbing the back of his neck, I kissed him. It was meant to be a peck, but the heat and tension between us transformed it. Tongues collided as I pulled him to me and whimpered as his teeth bit down on my bottom lip.

I arched my back, pushing against him while his tongue curled against mine.

It wasn’t enough. I reached up, pushing hard at his chest. He took a step back and I turned around to face him.

I grabbed his length, slick with my juices, and pulled him forward, finding his mouth again.

Building a rhythm, I moved my hand up and down him. He moaned into my mouth, gripping my hand tightly around his dick, slowing my pace and pushing me backward. As my thighs hit the edge of the couch, he used his free hand to grip my waist and he pushed into me with just the tip again.

I made a frustrated noise as I reached down to grab him, to try and pull him to where I needed him.

His mouth pulled away from mine as his head fell forward. Tangling my fingers in his beard, I dragged his mouth back to mine, tightening my pussy around him. A hand came up around my throat.

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