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“Baby, I did,” he growled. “Are you seriously arguing about when I fell in love with you?”

“I guess that is a bit silly, isn’t it?”

“It is,” he growled. “Now get naked. I’m in the mood to tie you up and fuck you. I cannot believe I fucking took you into that situation tonight.”

“I was safe.”

“You may not have been.”

“But I was,” she soothed, knowing that was his greatest fear.

“You have five seconds to get naked,” he commanded.

“Five seconds, I can’t get naked in five seconds!”

“One.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going!” She’d never gotten naked so quickly, she threw her clothes onto the floor, something she’d never usually do. But she still had her bra half on by the time he got to five.

He shook his head. “That’s gonna cost you.” He strode over to his magic bag of tricks and pulled out a silken scarf as well as a spreader bar. He wrapped one end of the scarf around the headboard. “Up here on your hands and knees with your arms out in front of you. Place your chest flat on the mattress.”

She shot him a worried look but got into position. He wrapped the scarf gently around her wrists. The bruises were mostly gone but he was still so gentle with her.

“Spread those legs,” he commanded.

She widened her legs and felt him place the cuffs around her ankles. Then he ran his hand down her ass before lightly slapping it. Again and again, he smacked her ass. Building up a heat in her bottom. The spanks became harder and faster until she was gasping and groaning, the heat in her ass becoming a deep burn that she knew she was going to feel for a long while.

“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight. Nothing more gorgeous than a bound sub with a red ass, is there? Bet you’re wishing you moved quicker, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Sort of. Part of her knew he needed this and she wanted to give it to him. Part of her also liked the burning in her ass. Especially as she knew what was coming next.

“I need your ass tonight, baby girl. We’re moving up to one of the bigger plugs. You ready for this?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be, Sir.”

Rustling noises, that telltale sound of lube being expelled from the bottle. Then his finger ran between her ass cheeks, pushing it deep inside her, spreading lube around. She moaned softly. She couldn’t help it. She loved this feeling of being penetrated.

“That’s my girl, relax for Daddy.”

Two fingers. Oh hell. Felt so good. And so full. He withdrew his fingers and slowly started to insert the plug. Her insides were stretched. The burn now just wasn’t on the outside of her ass. She took a deep breath out, forcing herself to relax.

Kent stared down at the plug disappearing into her ass. His cock throbbed with the need to take its place. He wanted to drive himself deep. Hear her whimpering as she struggled to take his dick.

Okay, calm down.

Slow down. Take your time. You have to prepare her. Make it good for her.

He twisted the plug when it was halfway inside her. He’d hated having her anywhere near Markovich. He’d wanted to attack the bastard for even thinking he got to breathe his precious girl’s air. But common sense had prevailed.

Just.

But now, he needed this. To be in complete command. To demand her submission. As Sir and Daddy. He finally seated the plug deep and just took a moment to stare at her. Then he started to strip.

“I need a taste of that pussy, sweet girl.” He lay on his back between her legs and grabbing hold of her hips, pulled her pussy down to his mouth. He started by lapping at her. Just soft, slow licks of his tongue that he knew had to be driving her insane. Her body shook over him. Her breath coming in soft pants.

“Sir!” she cried out.

“Yes?”