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stroke, count it, and ask for the next.”
    The first strike made my knees fold, and if I’d been human I’d have likely hurt my neck when I collapsed.
    I managed to get my legs under me, and gasped, “Thank you for the first strike, Your Highness. May I please have the second?”
    I remained standing for the next strikes, and after the fourth, he rubbed his hand over my ass, soothing it.
    “I’ll give the final two at once. When I let you down afterwards, crawl to my feet and kiss them, and I’ll take care of you. If you need more from me, go to your knees and wait. I won’t be mad or upset. Whatever you decide, I’ll deal with.”
    I knew he was asking me if I was broken, truly broken, and I realized I wasn’t. I also understood I didn’t need to be — I’d submit to him as long as necessary. He was my King, and I was his lioness.
    I dropped to my knees when he released me, followed him the ten feet he walked across the room, and kissed the tops of both of his bare feet. I didn’t know when he’d taken his shoes and shirt off, but he now only wore the faded, worn jeans, molded to his body so I could easily see the outline of a very large cock.
    He dropped the belt to the floor beside me, and I leaned sideways to kiss it, as well. I knew what I expected in his position, and I gave it to him.
    I’d never wanted to be owned or dominated. I’d put up with it when I was younger and had no choice, but once I’d moved to the middle of nowhere, away from any lions, and then other lionesses had followed me here? I’d become my own person, never to kneel before another lion again.
    I still didn’t want to be dominated, but I needed to kneel before the Amakhosi even more than I needed to breathe.
    He bent down, lifted me in his arms, careful not to hurt me worse than I already hurt, cradled me to his chest, and climbed the steps.
    This wasn’t the lion and lioness, this was the man and woman.
    He carried me to my bed, settled me on it, and worked the button and zipper on his pants.
    Lions don’t exactly do it doggy-style. Our legs and arms are folded under us, so we’re flatter against the floor, or — in this case — bed. He’d put me down on my side, and ran his hands down my arms, soothing me before he stood and finished undressing.
    I pushed with my arms, situating my body with my ass to him, my legs and arms curled under me. My ass and thighs were hot and swollen from the belting, and my heated skin stretched to accommodate the position. The beating followed by his gentle touch had worked, though. I wanted him — my cunt was empty and needed to be filled.
    Some of the women of my pride had protested, at first, when I’d used the C word. I’ve always figured I’m the pussy, so I should use a different word, and cunt worked for me.
    The Amakhosi’s hand stroked my hip. The belt had wrapped around my body more than a few times, and I felt bruising under his fingers, but it only made me want him more.
    “What do you want, Jessica?”
    He wasn’t ordering me to request it. This wasn’t like him making me ask for the belt. He wanted my consent. He’d said he didn’t want to have to rape me.
    I took another shuddering breath and told him the truth. “I need to be filled, My King. I need you to take me, own me. Please finish what you started, Master.”
    “Arch your back for me, Jessica.” He stroked me again, soft fingers over bruises and welts. I wouldn’t heal until he let me change , but I couldn’t worry about that now.
    I arched my back, pushing my empty cunt up, begging for his cock with my body, and I groaned as he settled the head just inside.
    He was still standing beside the bed, which was the right height for me to fuck people like this, but he didn’t seem to be having a problem. All thoughts of logistics went out of my head, though, as he leaned over my body, kissed the back of my neck, and entered me.
    He groaned and practically growled, “ Yes , Jessica. You’re my lioness, my