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He did, and he would, for the rest of his life. Until his dying day he’d carry the image of her tied to that chair, her eyes wild with terror as a man twice her size held a knife to her neck with him.

But telling her that would only make her feel even guiltier than she had, which defeated the whole point of her not-a-punishment. So he did the only thing he could think of, sliding his hand around the back of her neck and pulling her down to capture her pouty lips with his.

She sank into him without protest, her body surrendering to his touch with such sweetness it made his chest ache.

As they kissed, she began to move, her hips grinding against his as she whined into his mouth.

Greedy little menace.

Loosening his hold on her, he allowed her to lift her head and he grinned up at her. “Something you need, baby?”

“Yes. Your cock. In me. Now.”

Well, who was he to deny a lady what she wanted?

Chapter 21

Goldie

The guilt lingered in the back of her mind, but she was too needy, too desperate to pay it any attention. Her ass burned and her pussy ached to be filled, and that was all she could focus on.

“Arms up, baby.”

At his growled command, she sat up straighter, lifting her arms in the air so he could whip his shirt off her. Leaving her completely naked on his lap while he was still fully clothed.

Okay, that was definitely as hot in real life as it was in her books.

The spanking, though? It hadn’t been like anything she’d ever written. Her books tended to focus on spankings as disciplinary tools that happened to arouse as they punished. This, though, this had been something completely different. A bit awkward at first, mostly because she was too mired in her own guilt to really give herself over to it.

To him.

But then something had changed and she’d just sort of… sunk into the spanking. Let herself float on a cloud of sensation, where pain and pleasure were two sides of the same erotic coin, where all she had to worry about—all she was allowed to worry about—was pleasing her Daddy.

Strong hands cupped her ass, squeezing until pain shot through her system, pulling a shocked gasp from her as she let her head fall back. “Daddy…”

“I know, baby. Daddy’s going to give you everything you need. Just trust me.”

It shocked her to realize she did trust him. Perhaps that was reckless, borderline stupid, but she didn’t care.

All she cared about was getting him inside her.

Beneath her, he shifted, and then she was being pulled down, his cock filling her, stretching her the way he had the night before. Even with as wet and relaxed as she was, there was a slight burn as her body adapted to the size of him. Combined with the bite of pain from his fingertips digging into her hips and the lingering ache in her bottom from her spanking, she was awash in sensation, overcome by feeling, by him.

Dropping her head to his shoulder, she dragged in a deep, shaky breath, earning her another of those rumbling laughs.

“You okay, menace?”

“Need a minute.”

Strong, rough hands stroked her bottom, reigniting the fire he’d lit there. “Take all the time you need, baby. You’re doing so good, taking all of me. Just a couple more inches.”

A couple more?

Fuck.

Closing her eyes, she willed her body to relax around him, a soft moan slipping from her as he did, indeed, drive even deeper inside her.

“My good girl,” he murmured, brushing a kiss over her shoulder, up her neck. Over the bandage Dr. Winters had put there the night before, his lips achingly gentle as they pressed against the wound.