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“Penelope?”
    “I’m…good.” Her voice was a little distant, a little dreamy, and that tone hit him like a lightning strike, searing through his body to his cock.
    He moved back around and went to his knees behind her. “You pleased me greatly, pet.” He pressed a kiss to one cheek and then the other. “Are you ready for your reward?”
    He massaged the back of her thighs while he waited, his thumbs bare inches away from her center. Her extremely wet center. Yes, it was safe to say Penelope thoroughly enjoyed light pain play.
    Finally, she seemed to gather herself enough for an answer again. “Yes…Sir.” In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to surge to his feet and bury himself deep inside her.
    Christ, what was wrong with him?
    He never lost control—ever—and certainly not in the middle of a scene with a sub who was blissed out. Will closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but all he could smell was her desire. Focus. Her reward.
    He had intended to take her back into the private room and reward her there, but he didn’t trust himself to hold to the plan once he had her stretched out on that bed again. After coming so close to losing it twice already, the lesser of two evils was to reward her here and then finish up the scene.
    Or that was what he told himself as he leaned forward and dragged his tongue over her center. She tasted… There were no words to describe how she tasted, or the sweet sounds of need coming out of her mouth as he took his time savoring her. He dipped down to flick her clit with his tongue, and her entire body went tense. Ah, so that was something she liked.
    Because this was meant to be a reward, he kept doing that, again and again, until she came apart around him, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Will gave her one last long lick and rested his forehead against the back of her thighs, trying to remind himself of all the reasons he couldn’t follow this through to its natural conclusion.
    Not yet.
    He stood and scooped Penelope up. The dungeon monitor nodded at him as he passed on his way back to the room. Everything he needed for aftercare was there, and he wasted no time wrapping her in a blanket and sitting with her on the couch where they’d first started negotiations. He rested his chin on the top of her head and held her as her shivers from the combined adrenaline of her orgasm and spanking eased, and her breathing returned to something like normal. There was a part of him that wished she didn’t bounce back quite so quickly, but when she raised her head, he released her.
    “That was…”
    He pulled the blanket more firmly around her. “If I see you to a cab, will you be okay getting home?”
    She blinked, and he could almost see her walls coming back up. “Of course.”
    It was better this way. He hadn’t anticipated the strength of his response to her, and the only way to get back onto stable ground was to remind her of the fact she hated him. For the first time in as long as he could remember, it was a struggle to retreat behind his cold mask. “Get your sleep, pet. I have an eventful day planned for you tomorrow.”
    …
    All Penelope wanted to do was to curl back up in Will’s lap and close her eyes for a bit. Her body felt strangely disconnected, and her head was fuzzy as if she’d just downed a bottle of wine. She’d known pain could turn to sharp pleasure between one breath and the next, but experiencing it for herself was something else entirely. Experiencing it in the capable hands of Will…
    She shook her head and tried to focus. He wanted her to leave. He’d just said as much. She struggled to her feet, wobbling a little and wondering how she’d managed to keep her heels on this entire time, and reached down to pick up her bra. He watched her as she wrestled it on and then slid into her dress, his blue eyes unreadable. Had he worn that same non-expression the entire time he was beating her and then going down on her?
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