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Now bend over,” Logan growled.
    Chloe’s faculties left her and fear kept her frozen, unmoving. She felt a sudden tug on her hair and stern words spoken in her ear.
    “In my house, my word is law, Minou. Bend. Over.”
    Chloe bent at the waist, gripped the seat of the chair and held her breath. She felt herself leave her body as she waited for the wood to make contact with her bottom.
    Instead, she felt warm hands slide her panties down to her ankles and fingertips gliding up the inside of her thighs seductively.
    “Perfect,” he whispered.
    Suddenly and without warning the oak paddle came down onto her soft flesh, making her gasp loudly. Heat seared up and over her lower back and down the tops of her legs. It wasn’t painful, much.
    “When I give you a simple order, I expect it to be followed. Do you understand?” Logan stated strictly.
    “Yes,” she stuttered out.
    “Yes, Sir , Minou.”
    Chloe was confused. It was the word Sir that had gotten her into trouble and now he wanted her to call him Sir ? She didn’t dare question his authority, not while he was still holding the paddle.
    “Yes, Sir,” she said without delay.
    “Good girl.”
    Never in her life did she think those two words used together could elicit such joy. She wanted to hear them again, over and over, spoken exactly in the same manner, kind and lovingly. Yes, lovingly .
    “The only place you’re allowed to call me Sir is in this room or my workshop. Is that understood?” he clarified as the oak made contact with the other cheek.
    The workshop? Yes. She most definitely wanted him to work her over in that room. “Yes, Sir,” she moaned out as her silken folds became damp.
    Now it all made sense - the room, the pictures, the equipment… she wanted to experience more. She wanted Logan to teach her and to do whatever else he wanted to do to her. She rose on her tiptoes and pushed her ass out, wanting more of what Logan was doling out despite the heat burning in her ass, but to her disappointment, Logan set the paddle down on the seat of the chair in front of her.
    He chuckled under his breath when she moaned out her displeasure.
    “You’re an eager little thing, aren’t you?” he breathed, running two fingers up her slit, feeling the wetness between her legs. “I think you’ve had enough for now. Stand and face me.”
    Chloe shakily stood and faced Logan. His eyes were blazing fiercely and it took everything she had not to heave herself at him and ravage every inch of his toned 5”11”, naturally tanned-to-perfection body.
    “This was meant to be a lesson, Minou, not pleasure. Take my words and instructions to heart.”
    It crossed her mind to call him Sir just to get another few wallops.
    Logan must’ve sensed her rebellious thoughts because he quickly interjected, “Next time I won’t be so gentle.”
     

From This Love’s Not for Sale

I Warned You
    “I want to taste you,” he grunted as he slicked his tongue across her mouth, dipping it between her lips.
    Lilliana’s hands tightened around his arms, and she sucked his tongue in that brief moment it was in her mouth. He swept her up into his arms and carried her toward the direction of her bedroom. Lilliana’s eyes reflected nervous apprehension, but only her soft panting could be heard.
    Once in her room, he kicked the door closed behind him and tossed her onto the bed roughly. Lilliana sat up and Tucker grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed, her dress hiking up over her ass when he did so, exposing her smooth thighs and silk-covered pussy. He tugged at her panties, almost ripping them before sliding them into his pants pocket.
    Lilliana didn’t disappoint. She laid back and pulled her dress up higher, exposing her smooth labia and flat tummy. Tucker stood at the foot of bed, glaring down at her.
    “You’re taking a lot for granted,” he stated, repeating the sarcastic response she had given him not so long ago.
    Her eyebrows pinched together in