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the cool, smooth wood so she could still see Cole.
    His gaze burned into her. “Danielle, I want you to count each spank out loud.”
    â€œYes, sir,” she said, hoping she wasn’t supposed to call him Master.
    Anticipating the first blow, she held her breath and closed her eyes. Adrian settled his hand low on her spine and pressed as if holding her in place. As soon as she realized that was exactly the point, he smacked her left bottom cheek, the force of it sliding her forward and the sting of it causing tears.
    â€œOne,” she whispered, her voice cracking. No way could she take nine more of these without bursting into tears.
    â€œDanielle,” Cole said softly. “Look at me.”
    Compelled by the gentleness in his voice, she opened her eyes. Cole’s pupils swallowed his brown irises, giving him the look of a man who was about to lose control. Because of her . She didn’t know how or why. All she knew was she liked it.
    Cole gestured to Adrian, and the slave slapped her again, this time on the right side.
    â€œTwo,” she said, maintaining eye contact with Cole. For each subsequent blow, she counted, her voice steady and strong. It still hurt. Her ass and upper thighs stung like she’d sat on hot summer asphalt. Clearly, she wasn’t a masochist. But rather than focus on it, she watched as Cole’s eyes grew hooded. Watched as his breathing turned shallow and rapid and his throat worked over a swallow.
    And in turn, he watched her equally as intently, as if he saw straight into her soul.
    Her pussy throbbed, her vaginal muscles clenching and releasing, a pressure building low in her belly. By the time she counted to ten, her entire lower half pulsated with heat.
    â€œAdrian, check if she’s aroused,” Cole said almost in a growl.
    The slave slid his hand down her ass and all too briefly brushed his fingers through the folds of her pussy before removing his hands from her body altogether. “Yes, Master. She’s extremely wet.”
    â€œDo you want an orgasm, Danielle?”
    â€œYes, sir. Please,” she begged, her hips canting backward in a shameless attempt to cajole Adrian into touching her.
    â€œBring her to me,” Cole ordered, the deep timbre of his voice almost bringing her to climax.
    With a hand on her waist and one on her shoulder, Adrian led her to Cole.
    He yanked her down to his lap, facing her outward, and then banded one arm above her breasts and one arm around her middle, securing her to him. “Spread your thighs and hook your feet behind my legs.” Without a thought, she obeyed, exposing her pink, swollen folds to the blond slave who stared at her with sexual interest as he licked his lower lip. “Adrian, on your knees. Hands clasped behind your back. Use only your mouth. For every minute it takes to make her come, I’ll tack on another minute to your cock torture.”
    Adrian dropped in front of her, his blue eyes narrowly focused on her sex. Her heart beat in tempo with a pounding between her thighs. She’d never felt so wanton. So alive. But it wasn’t Adrian who made her feel that way. It was the man underneath her. The man whose rock hard thighs pressed into the softness of hers. The scent of him, as if he were fresh from the shower, surrounded her, making her mouth water for a taste of his skin.
    She melted into his hold, becoming one with him, her body his puppet to command. Her darkest teenage fantasies brought to life by the man she’d dreamed of every time she’d rubbed her clitoris to orgasm. In none of them had Cole sat like a king on his throne, summoning his subjects to do his bidding. No, in her dreams, he’d touch her with his own callused fingers she’d imagined he got from spending hours in the gym lifting weights to maintain his muscular physique. He’d lick her with the tip of his tongue, circling her bud until her thighs shook from the impending orgasm. Then