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Another hard slap.

Her hips jerked, and Isabella came apart.

A loud cry tore from her as her body convulsed over my thighs. Her pussy clamped around my fingers in hard, rhythmic pulses while her legs drew tight and her hands clawed at the bedding.

I stopped spanking her and rubbed my palm over the heated skin instead, keeping my fingers inside her while she rode out every contraction.

A needy little whine escaped her as the last tremors faded.

Fuck, I loved those little sounds.

I rubbed my palm slowly over her burning ass. “Good to know. Next time that pout comes out, I won’t have to wonder what to do with you. Your cunt just told me exactly how much it likes your ass punished.”

She sagged across my thighs with another soft moan.

I eased my fingers out and smoothed my hand over the red warmth of her ass once more.

She twitched.

“Sore?”

“Yes.”

“Good. That’s generally the point.”

“Asshole.”

“You started this.”

She gave a weak laugh.

I shifted her upright, then slid one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back. Then I stood with her against my chest. The skirt of her dress was still bunched high around her waist, her flushed body limp from the orgasm.

Her arms went around my neck automatically.

“Where are we going?”

“Back to our room.”

“And now?”

I carried her into the hallway.

“Now I finish what you started.”

A soft, satisfied sound left her as she rested her head against my shoulder.

By the time I carried her back into our bedroom, the flowers and candlelight made the room look almost absurdly romantic considering what I’d just done to her ass.

I set her carefully on her feet beside the bed.

Her skirt was still half shoved around her waist.

I stepped behind her.

“Stay there.”

She did, though the look she gave me made it clear obedience hadn’t suddenly become her default setting.