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His hand closed over hers. “Your fingers are cold.”

Her gaze met his again. “Dare.”

“Just stop thinking so hard.”

“I never stop thinking.”

His lips turned upward. “Yes, I’ve already worked that out. Always calculating the angles, the escape routes, and how quickly you think someone is going to turn on you.”

She ran her tongue over her teeth. “Experience is one hell of a teacher.”

He made a humming sound and reached over to the bedside table. He opened a drawer, and brought out a piece of silky, black fabric.

She tensed.

“I know what you need, Dakota.” He slipped the blindfold over her eyes.

Everything went dark. Her gut cramped. “I don’t want⁠—”

“Shh. Trust me.”

She let herself be turned and laid down across his lap. She reared up, but he held her down. His hand smoothed her bottom.

“You have the prettiest ass, Dakota.”

The first slap of his palm made her jump. He’d spanked her just the one time in the shower, but this…it felt different.

“Dare, what the hell? Let me up.”

He slapped her again, leaving her ass stinging. But as his hand moved over her skin, she felt a tantalizing tingle. With her sight blocked, it seemed to enhance the sensations.

“You liked it when I spanked you in the shower, didn’t you?”

“No.”

He slapped her ass again. Harder. She bit back a moan. She felt a stinging pain, heat…pleasure.

“You aren’t in control here,” he murmured. “Your safety is mine. Your pleasure is mine.”

He hit her again, and she cried out, writhing against him. His palm brushed her skin, smoothing the sting.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t.” But her voice was breathy and unconvincing.

His hand traveled down between her legs, and she couldn’t quite believe when she parted her thighs, giving him more room.

“My pretty little liar.” His fingers teased her. “You’re wet, Dakota. Dripping.”

She moaned, and he speared his fingers inside her, stretching her. Then he started spanking her again. Sharp little stinging slaps, followed by him sliding his fingers deep in her warmth and teasing her clit.

The skin of her ass was burning and tingling now, a sweet sensation that amplified the desire coursing through her. She was panting, pushing her ass back against him and writhing on him. He slapped her again, then slid those fingers deep inside. She didn’t know how many fingers he was fucking her with, but when he scissored them inside her, she felt so full.

“So beautiful,” he murmured near her ear. “Come now, Dakota.”

She shook her head, not wanting it to be over.

“What if I want you to come? Will you come for me?”