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I drag in a steadying breath and trail my gaze over her exposed backside again. I want that. I want her. But I want to give her pleasure, too.

“Tell me exactly how this makes you feel.”

“What?”

I lift my hand. Adrenaline surges through my system, but I restrain myself. The last thing I want to do is frighten her or give her any reason to think we’re incompatible and she needs to show me the door.

My swat lands on her right cheek, a dull thud meant to test her reaction more than assuage the hunger roaring inside me, which I don’t fully understand.

“Nia?”

She tilts her head to look at me again. “Are you testing to see if I’m awake? Because I am and that wasn’t a spanking.”

“Do you want it harder?”

“What do you want?”

I swallow, gather my thoughts. She’s been open-minded and receptive so far. If she doesn’t like something, she’ll let me know.

“To spank you harder. To make you claw, gasp, and beg.”

“What’s stopping you?”

Fuck, this woman has a way of peering inside my head and knowing exactly how to put me on edge. I like it. No, I love it and I want more.

“Absolutely nothing.”

Except the fact I don’t really know how this is done. But is there a science to it? Spanking classes I should take? I swallow a scoff. I don’t need to logic this through. I just need to do it.

Rearing back, I lift my hand to her again. I swoop down with a whoosh and strike her left cheek. Satisfaction winds through me at the sound of the crack of my palm to her skin. At the way her breath catches and her body braces. At the visual of my big, pale hands against her soft, dark flesh. Everything about it turns me on. Everything about her turns me on.

“One,” she counts, her voice almost a breathy sob.

I don’t ask if she likes it. Her body language and the hitch in that one syllable tell me she does.

“We’ll go to ten,” I tell her.

I hope that will be enough to satisfy the straining, stretching dark side rooting around in my body and filling my brain with more sensual images than I can process.

“Yes, Sir.”

That shouldn’t turn me on half as much as it does, but yeah… The impatience to slowly, sensually spank her to incoherent arousal before I fuck her into panting, screaming sobs claws at my restraint.

“Damn it, Nia…” I curse her even as I land another blow to her right cheek, this one higher and harder than the first.

Her body bucks. “Two.”

After that, I get into a rhythm. Left and low. Right and high. In the center. On her thigh.

“Six.”

She’s panting now, and something inside me I don’t understand is eating this up. I cup her pussy and find she’s even wetter than before. At my touch, she tosses her head, wriggles her hips…

“Evan?”

She wants me to forget seven through ten and simply get inside her.

I fist her hair and lean over her as I force her to look at me, shaking my head in answer. “No. I made you a promise. Unless something hurts too much to carry on?”