Bound, helpless, at his mercy, she waited, bracing herself for the next openhanded swat against her ass cheek—a swat that never came. He traced the left over imprint of his hand instead, and her stomach hollowed out at his murmur of approval. Excitement coursed through her veins, and she yanked on her restraints.
His laughter settled over her like a caress.
"Such a beautiful sight." He dug his finger into the sensitive hot area just deep enough to hurt, to focus her attention on his next words. "And you, my naughty little lamb enjoyed that far too much."
Without warning his hand came down on the other side, and Eleanor flinched. That one hurt, and before she could catch her breath, there was another and another. Each harder than before, until she lost herself to the burn spreading across her skin, the sting of pain adding to her arousal.
By the time he stopped and ran a finger through her now soaking wet slit, the world had narrowed to the deep rumble of his voice in her ear.
"I'd keep going, but that wouldn't be punishment for you, would it, my little lamb. No, I think we'll just stop."
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