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tiptoes and wiggled her ass.
    “Impertinent sub,” he chuckled.
    He studied her for a moment then brought the flat
of his hand down on her skin. She jerked slightly, startled, but made no sound.
He smiled at the reddened marks of his fingers on her skin.
    “I think a little discipline might be in order
here.” He bent low and put his mouth next to her ear. “But you enjoy the
punishment, don’t you, Elizabeth? The pain ramps up your desire.” When she didn’t
answer him right away, he spanked her again. Then his fingers dipped between
her thighs to the folds of her cunt and found them coated with her cream.
    Oh, yeah. She definitely was into this. His cock
flexed against the restraint of his slacks.
    “Well?” he prompted.
    “Yes,” she breathed. “I do.”
    Yeah, he’d thought so that first night from her
reaction to their session. Now he was sure.
    “I can accommodate that.” As he talked to her,
his hand smoothed down her back and over her ass again in long slow glides. “I
can give you the kind of pain that will bring you incredible pleasure. Last
time was just a taste.”
    He stood up and looked at her for a long moment. Then
he reached to one side of the bed and lifted a leather cuff attached to it.
Buckling carefully around one wrist of an outstretched arm, he pulled a similar
one from the other side and fastened it in place. Now she was completely
immobilized. She could move her legs, but she wasn’t going anywhere and her
movement was very restricted.
    Man, this was definitely going to be good.
    He studied the display of instruments against the
wall, finally deciding on a flat paddle and a crop. His hand itched for the
cane, but Liz was so recently back in the scene he’d have to work her up to it.
    Alex slid the paddle lightly back and forth
across her ass, teasing her with the anticipation of its kiss on her body. She
shifted her feet again, rising on tiptoe to lift herself to him. His cock
throbbed in answer. He would punish her and tease her and then fuck her
senseless.
    “Ten strokes with the paddle,” he said.
    Lifting the instrument, he smacked one ass cheek,
paused, then smacked the other one. Again. And again. Every stroke of the
paddle brought a corresponding pulse to his cock, a tug to his balls. His body
was hot but not from exertion. Just the sight of her reddened ass made him want
to throw the damn paddle to the side, rip off his clothes and plunge inside
her. Although the punishment was always as stimulating to him as to his subs,
it had never before delivered this gut-twisting bolt of lightning.
    His gaze was locked on the quivering flesh of her
buttocks. With each kiss of the leather on her flesh, low moans rolled from
deep inside her. After five strokes, she began trying to evade the paddle yet
at the same time he understood the sounds she made were as much from arousal as
from pain.
    Eight strokes.
    “Ohh,” she cried and danced on her toes, trying
to pull away from him, then lifting to him. When he finished with the paddle,
he dropped it onto the table and probed her with his fingers again. She was drenched,
and Alex wondered briefly if he could make her come just by disciplining her.
Something else to work on.
    He stared at her reddened ass, the sight almost
making him forget everything else, rip off his clothes, and drive himself into
her body. No sub had ever mesmerized him the way Liz did. Elizabeth. If he’d
thought to get her out of his system, he was obviously very much mistaken.
    What the hell had he stepped into here?
    He leaned over her again, brushed her damp hair
aside and kissed her cheek streaked with perspiration. Her body still quivered
slightly with the aftereffects of the paddling.
    “So responsive,” he murmured. “And your ass is
such a gorgeous shade of red.”
    He slid his hand over the flaming skin and thrust
his fingers back inside her. Immediately, the walls of her pussy clamped down
on them, and he felt tiny spasms ripple through her.
    “Don’t