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the thought.
    “No what?” he asked. “Protocol isn’t what I’m looking for.” He didn’t want to be called sir or master. He did want his name on her perfect lips. Eventually he’d get them on his cock.
    “No, Decklan,” she said, her voice still soft.
    “Exhibition?” he asked.
    She glanced nervously around the room. Most people seemed involved in their own play. Max watched from across the bar.
    Decklan didn’t give a shit.
    “It has been. In the past.”
    He heard a but in there and raised an eyebrow.
    “But I’m willing to try. With you.”
    Her breath hitched and satisfaction soared through him. “Are you wearing underwear?”
    A tiny shake of her head. Blood rushed out of his, all of it headed south.
    “Then lift that skirt and lie down or say red and we can both head home. Separately.” Everything inside him stilled as he waited. The choice was hers. The power hers. If she walked away, he might not survive it. Another reason he hadn’t approached before now.
    Eyes wide, her gaze never leaving his, she faced him. Her cheeks flushed a sexy shade of pink. And ever so slowly, she raised her skirt, walked the few steps closer, and thank God, lowered herself over his lap. She shifted, getting comfortable, wriggling against his rock-hard erection, and he groaned aloud.
    He glanced down and faced every fantasy he had and then some. Her ass was round and pale, two beautiful globes waiting for his hand. He’d trained at this club, enjoyed it for a time, but had been tempted to leave it for a while now.
    But her?
    He was nowhere near ready to walk away. He smoothed his hand over one cheek, then the other, her skin butter soft and beckoning. She stiffened at first, but as he caressed her with one hand, she relaxed beneath his touch, and his cock perked up at her easy submission.
    “Do you know why you’re in this position?” he asked, squeezing her cheek to make sure she was paying attention.
    “I said that you lied.”
    He had to lean closer to hear her. “Your ass is gorgeous,” he said, emphasizing his words with his first smack.
    “Ouch!” She wriggled beneath him.
    “Quiet.” He followed the first with two more, one on the other cheek, the third closer to her thigh. The sound and the crack of his hand blended together for him, giving him a rush he hadn’t experienced in a while. “I know you don’t know me, but you will. I don’t lie,” he told her, connecting with her flesh. Four. Her ass pinkened beautifully, his marks glowing on her skin.
    She no longer made a sound, but her hands clasped his calves through the denim of his jeans, and a moan echoed up toward him. “Your sweet ass is the first thing I noticed about you.” Five. His hand stung and he came down on her once more. This time she arched into his hand and satisfaction filled him. Six was slightly harder, and he finished up with seven, eight, nine, and ten.
    Small whimpers escaped her lips, reaching his ears. This was what he hadn’t seen in her before. The total surrender to her feelings. His gut told him there’d be tears in those eyes, not as much from the pain, because he’d gone easy, but from her giving in. She’d earned the release she needed, and he was all too happy to give it to her, despite the fact that he knew once he slid his fingers into her wet heat, he wouldn’t be walking away any time soon.
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    Amanda’s ass tingled and her pussy clenched in desperate need. The minute she’d lain down across Decklan’s lap, her head had begun to empty out. Reaching for his legs to anchor herself had felt natural. Right. She deserved the punishment, knowing she’d questioned his words with no good reason behind it except her own insecurities. Her ass was too big, her boobs were too, and so was her stomach. No matter how much she’d dieted in the past, she always had those curves. It was ingrained in her to believe no man would want her.
    He claimed otherwise. She needed to believe him. And when