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More

She wanted more from him

He obliged Another s her clawing for the edge of the bench The strap jostled the tail in her ass, adding a level of squirmy sensation to the pain Not quite pleasure, but heat and desire coiling together into potentiality

She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her throat

Priu smile

Suddenly, with such a delicious, worthyPrium became impossible She childishly wanted to esture with her hands He was nothing co the strap

The tawse slapped across her buttocks again and again, and she dropped her forehead to the bench, forcing herself to breathe through the burn and pain On and on her tehly with the forked paddle until tears smarted her eyes

After at least a dozen strokes, the Zandian dropped the tawse and fisted her hair, pulling her head back roughly He brought his face down to hers, brows knit, mouth turned down “I’m sorry”

Her heart fluttered He’d grated the words directly in her ear in Zandian, the language she hadn’t heard in fifteen years

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Anger at having to hurt his beautiful fe her his feed to him for this moment He’d been named her master, and he intended to treat her with the care and protection a e

With his lips at her temple, her scent assaulted him Not the scent of her arousal—stars, he smelled that, too, and it nearly turned him into wild beast But she s dew The joy and wild pleasure of his youth Of his first discovery of a female’s lush body

He had to stop hi hisher

His fes and bottom shook from her punishment, but stars, his body tre near her The effort of keeping his lust in check proved too great

But he couldn’t show his attraction Not now, not here And, so her She was a Zandian, not sohter of one of Zander’s most respected advisors Master Seke would kill him if he debauched her