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didn’t know if he would spank her or fuck her first, which made it even more exciting. It made her nervous, too, but in a good way. She couldn’t think straight.
    “Kara, listen to me. Take in a breath. Nice and deep. Let it out. Good. Again.”
    His voice was soothing, helping her mind to calm. Smooth and deep, as if she could just fall into that sound. And his hands were moving over her body, heating her skin, her sex.
    He was kneading the firm flesh of her buttocks and thighs now, his hands strong. As commanding as his voice.
    “I want you to hold still for me. No matter what I do,” he told her.
    Was there a small threat in there somewhere? But it was lovely. Thrilling. She took in another deep breath, exhaled. She was shivering in anticipation.
    “I’m going to spank you now,” he said, his voice low. And before she even had time to comprehend it, his hand came down in a loud smack on her flesh.
    “Oh!”
    “Did I surprise you, Kara? That’s exactly what I want. For you to wonder. To wait in expectation. And to take it.”
    He smacked her again, a small slap that rang in the still, cool air. And even though there was a little pain, the pleasure was even stronger, a tiny, electric arc shimmering over her skin.
    “Breathe, Kara. Keep breathing.”
    She did as he asked, not even questioning it. Nothing in her wanted to question him, defy him.
    Another spank, harder this time. But she simply pulled in another breath, waited for the sting to convert to pleasure.
    “Beautiful,” Dante murmured, stroking her skin once more: her ass, her thighs, dipping down in between them. “You are so beautifully wet. Beautiful girl.”
    He pressed two fingers into her so suddenly she jumped.
    “Ah, hold still, Kara. Good girl.”
    She could barely manage it. The pleasure was too keen. Too new. Pain and pleasure mixing in her body in a way she had only ever fantasized about. And something was happening inside her head. Something she didn’t want to think about. A letting go. A strange kind of trust.
    His hands were soft on her skin, sliding, moving. She was lulled by it as he caressed her. When he leaned in and laid a kiss at the small of her back, goose bumps ran up her spine. She shivered.
    “You are so damn responsive,” Dante told her, his voice a low whisper. “Unbelievable for someone who’s never done these things before.”
    His hand came down so hard, so unexpectedly, she jumped again. She couldn’t help it.
    “Oh!”
    A small laugh from him. She could hear in it that he was pleased with her, and the idea warmed her.
    “How are you doing, Kara? Good?”
    “Yes. Good. I . . . want more.”
    “So do I. I want you . Don’t move.”
    His hands on her thighs, spreading her wider; then he was behind her, his hips pressing against her, his rigid shaft poised at her entrance. She would have surged back against him—wanted to—but she felt immobilized. By his wish for her to remain still. By her own desire for him.
    He pressed, and his cock slid in. Just the tip, but pleasure went through her like a shock.
    “Oh, that’s good . . .”
    “Shh,” he told her.
    He held still for one breath, two. Then he ground into her. All at once, driving home. Hard and powerful, filling her up.
    “Ah, God, Dante!”
    “So damn good. You feel so good, beautiful girl.”
    They were both panting. Then he began to move. One hard stroke after another, his cock thick and lovely inside her. Hurting a little, he was so big, but driving pleasure ever deeper. He kept one hand on the small of her back, holding her down. She loved it, loved it all.
    He thrust harder, and she was helpless beneath him. Limp, even as her insides coiled, tight with desire, bringing her to that edge once more.
    A hard smack on her ass, and it nearly sent her over the edge.
    “Ah, Dante!”
    He really started to spank her then. A series of small blows using the same rhythm as his hips. He was fucking her, spanking her. She was going to explode.
    “Dante . .