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that wasn’t speech broke in Mia’s throat.
    “You’ve never been spanked, have you?” he asked.
    She shook her head.
    “Nor whipped.”
    She shook it again.
    He dragged the leather slapper across his palm. “In truth, your ass is completely virginal.”
    She blushed. The answer to that was yes in more ways than one.
    Jake’s smile was sexy and saturnine. “Push your lovely ass out, doll. And spread your feet apart. I’m going to focus you.”
    Him calling her doll reminded her he was the Jake she knew. He cared about her, and wouldn’t embarrass her too much. She only shivered a bit as she moved her legs wider. That was the draft’s fault, she told herself.
    Jake drew his arm back and stopped. “Remind me, what is your safe word?”
    For a moment her mind went blank. “Daffodil,” she burst out.
    “Yes. Daffodil.” He trailed the slapper part of the whip around her pushed-out bottom, the feel of it through the short skirt both tickly and erotic. “Say it any time and I’ll stop whatever it is I’m doing. Other than that, feel free to cry out all you like. I won’t pay the least attention.”
    She gaped at him. He thought she was going to cry out? He’d told her earlier to react as she reacted. Didn’t he know wailing like a porn star totally wasn’t her? Who did that in real life? In her experience, real world sex wasn’t that earthshaking.
    His lips curved archly at her expression. Apparently, he had a whole arsenal of smartass smiles he intended to use on her.
    “Why don’t I begin?” he suggested.
    “Yes, why don’t you?” she heard herself goad unexpectedly.
    Someone in the audience muffled a giggle.
    Jake swung the riding crop sharply down on one butt cheek. The sting surprised her—and the heat that streaked after it.
    “That tone of voice isn’t acceptable,” he warned.
    He swatted her again and again, each stroke deliberate and controlled. Right cheek, left cheek, top, middle, and underneath. The blows drove her onto the balls of her feet, though not precisely because of pain.
    The aftermath of each strike felt better than the one before, as if the whip were driving electric charges from the muscles of her bottom into her clit. That throbbing button swelled as blood engorged it and all the flesh nearby. Her pussy ached, hot slick fluid filling it. She heard Jake breathing harder, and knew he was aroused too. She wanted to squirm, to writhe—anything to ease the tormenting need.
    She couldn’t do that without moving her legs together.
    Actually, she couldn’t do it without his say-so.
    He struck her once more, and she did cry out. She couldn’t help it. She wanted his hard cock driving up inside her too badly.
    He took the cry as his cue to stop but let her know it wasn’t out of pity. “Perhaps that’s enough for now. We wouldn’t want to take all your … innocence in one go.”
    His concern for that trait was questionable. She gasped as he used the slapper bit to stroke up the inside of one shaking thigh and onto her swollen lips. She prayed the audience couldn’t see where the whip had gone. She wore a thong, but it wasn’t covering much. Jake teased the whip down the other thigh and back to the heart of her sensation.
    “Do you know what this part of the whip is called? The one that’s touching you right now?” His voice had changed, darkening and tightening as he pulled her deeper under his spell. “It’s called the keeper.”
    He stroked the leather wings up and down her labia. The pressure was too delicious. Mia’s sex overflowed. She bit her lip to restrain a whimper. Jake drew the whip end toward him again. Her knuckles tensed around the chair’s metal back. She knew the leather would come out wet and that he was bound to say something.
    “Don’t,” she pleaded before he could.
    “Don’t what?” he taunted. “Tell the world the effect my keeper had to you? They can guess, doll, even if they’re not near enough to see.”
    He understood her too well.