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“Maybe I’m wrong, but the way it was explained to me was feminism is about you getting to make your own choice.If you don’t want me to do something, all you have to say is your safe word, and I’ll stop immediately.I might be the Dom, but the only reason I’m in charge is you’re willingly giving me the control, choosing to follow my commands, and want to submit in this sphere.”The side of his lips quirked, threatening a smile.“In the kitchen, you’re usually the one giving me hell.”
“That’s because sometimes, you act like you think you’re fucking Gordon Ramsey,” she muttered, but her cheeks had turned pink with happiness at his compliment.She seemed a lot calmer and happier.The tension had slid away from her muscles, and she was smiling.
Nick laughed.
“I don’t think I’m fucking Gordon Ramsey.I think I’m fucking you.”He laughed as she sputtered at the terrible pun before planting a searingly hot kiss on her lips.
When he pulled away, he spun her back around to face the bench and gave her ass a short, sharp smack.
“Now, back over that spanking bench.You have a punishment to finish.”
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Avery
Getting backinto place on the spanking bench, Avery had a new sense of peace.Returning to kink had satisfied the need inside her, fulfilling her in a way she’d been missing, but this was a new level of contentment.
Nick didn’t judge her.
Even though he was new to the scene, Nick didn’t think there was anything wrong with her.
That he thought there was something wrong with him made her want to hug the hell out of him.
He’d made some damn good points.It was time to get Shannon’s and Chad’s voices—the voices of everyone who had ever made her feel bad about what she wanted—out of her head.They could live their own lives, doing what they wanted to fulfill their own wants and needs, but they didn’t get to dictate hers.Everyone wanted and needed different things, which was a good thing.
Nick was her match.They wanted the same things, which may not be the same things other people wanted.If everyone wanted the same things, it wouldn’t be special when they found their match because anyone could match anyone.
Even in her own head, it sounded a little loopy, like maybe she was drunk on happiness.Which she was, so that was fine.Nick was her perfect match for insecurities, kink, and love of food.
Unfortunately for her, the match for the kink part meant a very hot ass right now.
Avery squealed as the paddle landed.She got a glimpse where it laid on the floor, so she knew it was a rectangular wooden paddle, but that had been all she’d been able to see.Now, she knew it was long enough to land on both cheeks, covering both spots he’d been spanking and more.
It hurt like hell.
“Ouch!I’m sorry!”
“I know, sweetheart, four more, then you’re done.”
Four more… Avery whimpered.Though it was nice to know there was an end in sight, the knowledge also loomed over her.
Four more is really gonna hurt.
Her pussy clenched.
Thwap!
The sound of wood against flesh was deeper, meatier than hand to cheek, and she felt the blow reverberate through her body.Her cry turned to a whimper as she rocked on the bench, panting, tears sliding down her cheeks.
She was going to feel this tomorrow.
Part of her reveled in that fact.
Nick
The paddle was so much more effective than his hand.
It was also less tiring, far more effective, and meant his hand wasn’t getting sore from spanking her.The knife calluses he had didn’t protect them, though the handle of the paddle felt good in his palm, thanks to those same calluses.
