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Jonas heard the door open slowly behind him. His stomach filled with butterflies. Something about that beautiful little female had him anticipating seeing her again. There was something in her eyes. A strange sort of vulnerability that had him wanting to protect her. He’d never experienced this before and he had no idea what to make of it.
Maybe it was because she held him captive. This room, his numb legs, the treatment—that was probably it. He was most likely responding to her as a captive would.
Whatever. He kind of liked this. He just wished she wasn’t so shy of males.
A flash of anger had him balling his fists remembering the scared and disgusted look in her eyes when he’d mentioned sex. Someone had screwed her up. That was pretty clear. Someone in this place. Probably the same asshole who punished her instead of worked with her. Hell, when they were trying to get information out of that shifter, the Boss never held Toa responsible for his failed attempts. Instead, he’d worked with the blond-headed idiot. Tried to come up with something that could bring the captive around.
“Jonas.”
The word was like honey poured across his body. She came around him slowly dressed in a shimmery red dress that was all but see-through. The usual graceful sway of her hips and assurance in her step was absent, though. Instead, her hands were held rigidly at her sides. Jarring movements and uncomfortable shifting dried up all the sex in the room.
“If you’re trying to seduce me to make me an idiot, I’d prefer the whip,” Jonas said.
She glanced down at her body in confusion before slowly walking toward him. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She lowered herself to kneel directly in front of him. Her sweet breath fell across his face. Her baby-blue eyes held his. A small crease formed between her eyebrows, giving her away.
“You got to this part too soon,” Jonas helped. “You’re supposed to wander around and show off your wares. Then, when I’m salivating, you’re supposed to slink forward. Maybe put your groin in my face or something. Then kneel. Then tease me. When I beg, that’s when you ask questions or whatever it is you want. You got here too quick.”
Anger flashed in her eyes.
“Plus, you still look uncomfortable,” Jonas continued. “If you can’t pull off a cleavage show, how are you gonna pull off near-nakedness? What are you going for, anyway? Love via my dick, or something? I said I’d answer your questions.”
Her mouth turned into a hard line before she abruptly stood. “Fine. How about this.” She stalked back to the corner and came back with a wooden paddle. “Want pain? No problem.”
With only a small grimace from what must’ve been the pain in her side, she leaned down, swung her paddle back, and delivered him one hell of a blow. The slap hit off his wounds from earlier and spread the pain across his chest. Aching bites tore into him as the wounds, barely knitting together, all broke open. He sucked a breath in through his teeth.
“Hurts, huh?” she taunted. “How about this?” She hit him again. Then once more, pounding him with the blunt object with such violence he had an instant hard-on.
“Again,” he breathed, falling into it.
He felt another solid slap. And another. She was taking out her aggression on him, but doing it with an air of precision he hadn’t had before. The landing of each blow was well-placed for maximum effect. She’d chosen the paddle so she could beat the hell out of him without rendering him unconscious or killing him. And she stood over him with a mastery and dominance that set him on fire.
“Again,” he repeated.
The blows stopped. His erection throbbed. He opened his eyes to find her staring down at him with a crooked smile. “You’re on my time. You’ll get punishment when I say you get punishment. And right now, I need an answer or two before I take you higher.”
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