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I chose wrong. He stalked forward, grabbing me by the roots of my hair so hard I thought he'd rip it out. The pain sliced through my consciousness, and I cried out, tears leaking from my eyes.
    "Stop lying to your master." His erection was now at eye level, but still inaccessible beneath his pants. I wondered what he would do if I nuzzled against it. Almost as if he was reading my mind, he jerked his hips forward, so the head almost brushed against my cheek. But not quite.  
    I made a low noise, almost a whimper. Completely involuntary. He chuckled.
    "I can smell you from across the room," he whispered. "Your little cunt's hot for me, isn't it? Why would you lie about a thing like that?"
    "I was afraid." Again, my tongue was running faster than my head, acting on instinct. Something was rising inside me to answer something else in him, and I couldn't even being to comprehend it. "It's so big."
    He laughed, loud and harsh, and I felt like I'd been slapped across the face. Letting go of my hair, he stepped back and stared down at me, his erection never flagging.  
    "There's something else I can smell on you," he said. "Lies. You'd better pray they don't run any deeper than flattery about the size of my cock, because I don't take kindly to betrayal."
    "Really?" I stared at him, feeling suddenly defiant. "Because it seems like you enjoy lies."
    Tate snarled, grabbing my hair and hauling me to my feet again. He dragged me towards the bed, bending me forward until my face was buried in the mattress. My heart pounded, knees weakening, as one thought took over: this is it. This is how it's going to happen.
    His hardness throbbed against my hip, but he made no other move.  
    "What do you think?" he murmured, quietly - but his tone was just as dark and dangerous as before. "Should I try to fuck the deceit out of you?"
    Yes.
    Sickness roiled in my stomach at my body's readiness to betray me. I wanted him so badly I couldn't see straight, didn't dare speak, lest I give him the permission he obviously didn't need.
    "I can't promise it will work, but something tells me you'd enjoy it." He swiped his finger along my inner thigh, where my wetness had leaked, close enough to make me shiver, but not close enough to give me any relief from the ache between my legs. I heard the soft, wet sound of his fingers in his mouth, tasting me.
    I moaned softly, imagining his fingers plunging into my sopping cunt. His tongue licking me open. His cock spearing me, breaking me, taking the last shred of innocence I had left.
    "Hmm." He rubbed against me, and I could feel him twitch and grow ever harder. "Maybe not. You need a proper punishment, don't you? Need your master to put you in your place."
    The words flowed from him so smoothly, so naturally, like he'd been born to do this. To tease and arouse, to command and frighten, to make me feel like less of a human being. But at the same time, making me feel more alive than I'd ever felt.
    Suddenly, his palm connected with my ass. He spanked me sharply and brutally, but each hit sent reverberations through my pussy, making me even hotter through the pain.  
    What the fuck was wrong with me?
    When he stopped, breathing harshly, his cock searing hot against my hipbone, I wanted to scream. Of all the tortures I could have imagined when I first saw heard his voice, this wasn't one of them. Turning my own body, my own soul , against me.
    But this wasn't the man I met in the barn. It wasn't even the man who had made me untie his boots, although the glimmers were starting to show through. While Tate had initially seemed hesitant, conflicted, uncomfortable in his own skin, but now he was fully realized. This was a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and how to get it. And something deep inside me was responding, as much as I hated it.
    He grabbed my hair and yanked my head upright, forcing my gaze to the mirror across the room. Now, I could see myself in it, ruined and wrecked, with Tate looming over me like a