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rear end started aching at the thought of being spanked again. My core? It was on a whole other plane of existence, aching, begging me to push some more buttons so he could push a few of mine and leave me breathless and twitching.
    “Don't worry, my plans don't involve spanking,” he assured me with a knowing half smirk. “There are other ways to remind you who's in charge, and who loves you and only you.” The tense lines of his face wavered slightly and he cupped my cheek tenderly. “I would never hurt you that way.” His fingers swept to my chin and he gripped me tight while he consumed my mouth, forcing his tongue against mine, kissing me with so much passion that my head spun.
    His mouth hovered above mine, his eyes taking me in intently. Just as I was about to make a quip about how punishment never felt so good, his fingers dropped to my breasts. He didn't caress them. He rounded them with his eyes, then his fingers. He zeroed in on my nipples and squeezed until I swore he was going to wrench them right off.
    I grit my teeth, then I couldn't help but squirm. He alleviated an iota of pressure, enough that my whole world wasn't pain, just most of it.
    “Don't run from the intensity, Lay,” he said, his voice thick. His eyes like molten lava, churning with lust. “Give in to it. Give in to me and I'll take you where you need to go.”
    I had to swallow my snarl, the part of me that wanted to mouth off and tell him that it was easy for him to talk about letting go when his nipples weren't in some sort of death lock. But that was the me that existed outside of this realm. The me that exercised control. That saw the world through a different lens that clashed with the me that found a taboo freedom in exploring this place where pain and pleasure collided in frightening and fascinating ways.
    So I gazed at my husband. My Dom. I surrendered to him. To the delicious bite of pain that was threatening to swallow me whole.
    I tossed my head back and forth, the pain intensifying as the car hit what felt like a crater in the road and I lifted off the seat. When I came back down my body exploded in pleasure.
    Jacob's other hand snaked up my skirt and he found that warm place that belonged to him.
    “Jesus, you're wet,” he said huskily, his face in awe. It was moments like that, when I could still surprise him, still take his breath away, where I knew I'd found the person I was meant to be with. Our bodies moved together like we were destined for this. Still lusting. Still falling.
    I didn't squirm, giving him command of my body and the nipples were forgotten in favor of his fingers.
    Pushing.
    Exploring.
    Thrusting.
    “Jacob,” I whispered hotly, closing my eyes to ride the wave of pleasure. “God, it feels good.”
    “Open your eyes, love.” I did and I saw him, just as wild, just as overcome as I was. “I want you to watch me fuck you.”
    Laws were forgotten; seat belts flying, his belt unbuckling, his thick, veiny cock bulging as he moved to the floor of the limo. He gripped me and vaulted me forward until I hung off the edge, ripe for the taking. I had the perfect view of his cock, laying just at the juncture of my thighs. It disappeared inside me and he let it slide when my eyes closed. My body didn't belong to me anymore. It belonged to the pleasure. It belonged to us. We forget everyone and everything outside of our bodies.
    Writhing.
    Clawing.
    Panting.
    I begged for him to let me come and he not only gave me his permission, he demanded that I let go all over his cock and I spiraled into the pleasure.
    Not alone.
    With him.

Chapter Four

    Megan: You know when I said it was understandable if you wanted to cut a bitch? I was just kidding...
    I glanced at Megan's text and I couldn't help but smile. Normally, that kind of clarification was unnecessary. With Rachel Laraby in the mix, all bets were off.
    I hit the button for the elevator, adjusting my hold on my briefcase, gripping my large white mocha with two