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  “Come here, sweetheart,” he murmured, sitting down on the side of the bed and patting his thighs. “Come take your spanking like a good girl.”

  Chapter Four

  Jillian couldn’t understand why she didn’t make a break for it. Her kidnapper—no, her master—was patting his lap, telling her to come to him for a spanking, for Pete’s sake. Yet instead of turning and running away, her traitorous feet were carrying her toward him. Was she really going to submit to this? Was she really going to lie across his lap and let him spank her?

  Apparently she was.

  Before she knew it, Jillian found herself facedown over his muscular thighs with her naked ass high in the air. She had never felt so exposed and vulnerable and yet, somehow, it felt right. Right to submit to him when he talked to her in that deep, stern voice. Right to let him do what he wanted even if it was nothing she’d ever dreamed of desiring.

  What’s wrong with you? she yelled at herself. Half an hour with Mr. Muscles here and you’re ready to fall face-first into Stockholm Syndrome? But no matter what she told herself, it didn’t change the fact that she was half naked and facedown waiting for the first blow to fall. Soon enough, it did.

  Smack! The flat of his hard hand connected with the soft flesh of her ass with a stinging slap that brought tears to Jillian’s eyes and made her squirm.

  “None of that, sweetheart. Hold still and take your spanking like a good girl,” her master rumbled. Jillian felt his other warm palm settle in the small of her back, holding her in place. Now she was really trapped. Squeezing her eyes shut, she gripped the cool leather of his pants to try to steady herself for the next blow.

  Smack! He spanked her again…and again. Jillian winced every time his hand connected with her ass and tears of pain and humiliation filled her eyes. But at the same time, she felt a suspicious warmth growing between her thighs. God, was this actually turning her on? Hadn’t she just been telling herself in Sabrina’s apartment that pain did nothing for her? And yet there was no denying that her pussy, which was already hot and wet from the way he’d touched her earlier, was throbbing with need. In fact, she could feel herself getting wetter with each smack that landed on her unprotected bottom.

  Maybe her reaction was due to the hard cock she could feel digging into her abdomen, or maybe it was the feeling of letting someone else have complete power over her—Jillian didn’t know and she could barely make herself care. All she knew was that she was a tangled mess of emotions inside. Anger that he would dare to do this to her and that he demanded her obedience and submission while he did it. Worry that she wasn’t going to get to tell him he had the wrong woman until it was far, far too late. Disgusted with herself for giving in so easily and actually enjoying the experience in a weird, twisted way. And under all of that was a fear so deep she could hardly name it—the fear that she didn’t want her muscular new master to stop. Fear that she wanted to let him go all the way and finish whatever strange fantasy Sabrina had dreamed up.

  But she would never do that—would she? The minute he took the gag off her, if he took the damn gag off, that was, she was going to shout out that he had the wrong sister. Wasn’t she? To her fear and fascination, Jillian wasn’t so sure about that anymore. And all of it—her fear and frustration and desire—passed through her mind at the speed of light as the spanking continued.

  Smack! Smack! Smack! The stinging pain was beginning to get to her, driving all rational thought out of her mind. Jillian knew instinctively what her master wanted was for her to hold still and offer herself to him, to give him her obedience no matter how unbearable the spanking became. But she just couldn’t do that. With the next smack she wiggled uncontrollably and a stifled whimper slipped past the black gag over her mouth.

  He stopped at once and she was afraid he was going to be angry with her and whip her even harder. But to her surprise, the next time he touched her it was to caress the throbbing skin of her ass, not to spank it.

  “There, there, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice so deep it vibrated all the way through her. “I know you had a hard time with that but you did very well. You’re a good girl—such a good girl for taking your spanking.” He pushed her gently off his lap and turned her to face him. “You know what good girls get?” he asked in that deep, rumbling voice.

  Slowly, Jillian shook her head.

  “They get a reward.” He gave her a slow, lazy smile that made her stomach do flip-flops. “So spread your legs, sweetheart, and get ready for your reward.”

  Without thinking, Jillian did as he said. Before she knew what he was going to do, one of his large, warm hands was between her legs, cupping her bare pussy. She moaned behind the gag as he pressed against her, spreading the swollen lips of her sex and grinding his palm against her sensitive clit.

  “Good girl,” he murmured again, his breath hot against the side of her neck. “Such a good girl to take your spanking and spread your legs for me. Let’s see how wet and hot you are.” With a slow, smooth motion, two of his thick fingers found the entrance to her cunt and slid deep inside her hot depths.

  Jillian bit the inside of her cheek and nearly collapsed from the intensely pleasurable sensation as her master fucked deeply into her with his fingers. In fact, she would have fallen over if he hadn’t braced her by winding his other arm around her waist. The muscles of his bare chest were hard under her hands and his skin was smooth and warm.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmured, watching her intently with his dark brown eyes. “Just open up and let me in. God, your pussy’s so wet and hot. You really enjoyed that spanking, didn’t you? Bending over my knee and getting your bottom tanned really got you ready.” He looked at her sternly, his fingers still moving. “Well, didn’t it?”

  Jillian wanted to deny it with all her heart but the fact was, her pussy had never been so hot and wet and ready in her life. She’d never felt this way before—like her skin was too tight, like she couldn’t get a deep enough breath, like she might die if this total stranger she knew only as her temporary master stopped touching her. Ashamed and excited at the same time, she nodded reluctantly. It was sick but it was true—the spanking had turned her on.

  “Good girl,” he murmured again, as if her answer had pleased him. “I can tell it was hard for you to admit. I think it’s time for another reward.”

  Suddenly the two thick fingers that were penetrating her began to fuck harder and deeper into her pussy and Jillian felt the broad pad of his thumb begin to circle her throbbing clit. She gave a muffled moan and held on to him tight, feeling the pleasure that had been building inside her from the moment he forced her to spread her legs for him in the back of the van build to an explosive peak.

  Surely she wasn’t going to come like this, she told herself. Not like this—half naked in a dungeon letting a stranger, whose name she didn’t even know, finger her? But however her mind protested, her body wasn’t listening. When her new master whispered in his deep, commanding voice, “Come for me, sweetheart. Come right now while I pet your sweet, wet pussy,” she felt herself spasming helplessly around his fingers. Coming again and again on command like a trained pet that hears the master’s voice and obeys mindlessly.

  “That’s right, give it up. Give it all up.” His voice was thick with desire as she finished coming. The orgasm left her gasping for breath behind the gag, weak and lightheaded. As much as she hated to do it, Jillian was forced to keep leaning on him.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, withdrawing his fingers at last. “And delicious too.” Deliberately, he lapped her honey from his fingers, making sure she was watching. “Can’t wait to taste it from the source,” he rumbled.

  Jillian shivered at his words and made an effort to stand without leaning against his large frame. Now that the peak of pleasure was over she couldn’t believe what she’d just done. Couldn’t believe she’d allowed herself to actually come on command like that while he touched her. Her master let her stand on her own but it was clear she wasn�