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“You know what I do to naughty girls that don’t obey me?” he growls against my ass.

“You fire them?”

Chuckling, he pulls back. “If it were at work, yes. But in my bedroom, I have a different method.” He pauses, trailing his fingers across my skin. “Do you want me to show you what I do? How I discipline wayward girls? Tell me, Tiffany, do you want me to spank you?” Unable to speak, I merely nod. “Oh no, my dear wife. I will have your words. Every. Single. One.”

“Y- yes, Sir. Please.”

The crack of his hand against my ass is both shocking and arousing. It doesn’t hurt. Not really. But I can feel the restraint quivering under his skin. He could make it hurt very much if he wanted to.

“Well?”

Heat blossoms over my skin, the sting traveling much lower until I ache with need. “Please, Sir. Spank me again.”

CHAPTER 7

Jeffrey

I stare down at my omega, wonderment zipping through my body. Though I’ve taken part in sexual games like this before, this is the first time a submissive has ever asked me for more. Granted, I usually don’t allow them to say anything when we play, so this is a first on many levels.

Raising my hand again, I let it crash onto the opposite cheek, my cock jerking as the skin turns bright red. Again, I smack her, harder this time. She whimpers, but not in pain. This is pure, unadulterated lust.

Until this moment, I was hesitant to trust the Governing Body. How could they know who would make a great match? In truth, genetics can only go so far. And yet, here’s my perfect mate, her body crying out for more.

Gripping her hips in my hands, I ease her over, needing to look into her eyes. They’re nearly blown out, pure black rimmed with a light thread of blue. Again, I scent the air, convinced she must be going into heat. But she’s not.

This is subspace, pure and simple. And just from me spanking her. Palming my erection, I rub myself through my pants, desperate to take the edge off. Her wide-eyed gaze of wonder and lust will surely be my undoing.

“We need to talk.” My voice is gruff, rough even, as I drag myself away from the bed.

It takes Tiffany a few moments, but soon, the blue is back. I hate that I have to pull her into reality, but there are some things that are better discussed while she’s in the right frame of mind.

“What is your understanding of this arrangement?”

“Well, we’re together. Married. After six months, if we absolutely cannot make it work, we go our separate ways.”

“And the claiming process?”

“To be agreed upon by both parties. Why?”

“I’m going to claim you, Tiffany. Tonight.”

She gasps, her fingers fluttering to her heart. I wish so desperately to know what she’s thinking, to see into her mind, and I will… soon enough.

“What if I refuse?”

I raise my eyebrow and walk back toward her, noting the hitch in her breath and the swell of her breasts as she takes in my scent. “What exactly can you do about it? Hmm? Fight me?”

“Well, no. But… Are you serious?”

“Deadly.”

“But you don’t even know me. How do you know I’ll still be a good match?”

“Trust me. I didn’t make it as far as I did without being able to read people. You are my match. Perfect in every way. That will not change for me now, six months from now, or ever.”

“But what if I say no?” She fiddles with her fingers, refusing to look at me.

Scenting the air, I detect a slight hint of apprehension, but nothing as drastic as terror. “Do you want to refrain? Now will be your only chance to have any hope of a say. Convince me. Beg me not to sink my teeth into you, tying us together for all eternity.”