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I don’t wish to stop.”
    She was sure the look on his face was relief, but he said, “Then you need to be persuaded to do as I tell you?”
    “Perhaps,” she admitted.
    “Are you sure? You know what I’ll do.”
    He asked more than one question with those words, and Fianna thought about all of them before she answered. “Aye.”
    He nodded. “Stand still,” he said, stepping back away from her. “Do not move.”
    She didn’t move, but she watched him pick up the leather belt he’d removed earlier. She watched him double it over and hold one end. Then he was behind her and she couldn’t see it anymore.
    She heard the swish of air as it swung and the crack when the leather smacked against the flesh of her bottom, printing a streak of pain across it. The shock of it as much as the sting made her cry out. He hadn’t really struck very hard, she realized, but the leather was heavy and it did burn.
    She was more prepared for the next smack and was able to swallow her outcry. He spanked her five or six more times until her bottom stung fiercely and she could no longer stifle a moan.
    But, like the sensation when he’d bitten her nipples, the sting washed through her system and transmuted into something just the opposite of pain. The burn went straight to her womb and settled hot and heavy between her legs. It was a deliciously agonizing feeling.
    “Are you ready to obey me?” he asked.
    “I…I think not,” she said. She looked at his face. His expression was neither angry nor unhappy, but watchful, intent and even a bit joyful . She had a sudden realization. This was a kind of a game. Serious in its way, but not serious in the manner of things that really mattered—life and death, illness and injury. She could stop it whenever she wished. He wouldn’t hurt her any more than she wanted to be hurt. But he hoped she could meet his enjoyment of this different way of giving and taking love and was pleased by her responses so far. She’d joined him in a strange and different sort of mating. She admitted to herself that so far she was enjoying it just as much as he was. “Nay, not yet,” she reaffirmed.
    The leather spanked down a bit harder. The pain was bright, fierce, almost overwhelming, and she moaned softly. As it faded, though, it became a deeper burn that fed the pressure of need within her. Five more whacks each stoked the fire within and without until she was awash in sensation. The next one struck low down, at the crease between bottom and thighs, and it stung far worse than any of the others. She squealed and reached back to massage the blazing flesh.
    “No more,” she said. “Please, no more. I’ll do whatever you ask.”
    “Well enough, then.” He put the belt back with the sword sheath before he came back and stood in front of her. “On your knees now, and kiss my cock.”
    She dropped to her knees, leaned forward, bracing herself by holding on to his hips, and pressed her lips to the hard shaft about midway along its length. He tasted a little salty and very male. After moving her mouth a bit over him, she hesitated, unsure what to do next.
    “Put your tongue on it,” he directed. When she’d done so, he added, “Lick up and down, from the base to the tip and back.”
    It felt strange and exhilarating to touch him so intimately, to hear his breath come faster and harder, to feel him getting tenser and harder. His cock was a thing of wonder to her. The skin was soft and smooth, though it felt very thin, over the hard length of it. The bulbous tip was even smoother with skin as soft as a baby’s. He groaned as her tongue reached the small opening in the tip and explored.
    She worked back down. When she reached the base, she started up again. He caught a sharp breath in his throat and put a hand on her head to stop her.
    “No more for now,” he said. “Your tongue is so skillful you’ll have me exploding beforetimes .”
    Fianna was absurdly pleased by the compliment. Henrik drew her