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shaking her head.
    “You are  my  mate,” she said with more emphasis. “You obey me.”
    William laughed. That did not seem to please her. She leaped up from the bed, covered his back with her nubile frame, and sank her teeth into the back of his neck.
    The change from pleasure to pain happened so suddenly, William was hardly prepared for it. Letting out a curse, he tried to dislodge her, but was not entirely successful at first. She held on for dear life, punishing him with her sharp teeth. A trickling down the back of his neck told him that she’d drawn blood. That was the final straw. Dragging her off his back by her leg, he flipped her onto the bed and pinned her.
    “Don’t you ever do anything like that again,” he growled down at her. The smile slowly faded from her face to be replaced by a look of confusion and annoyance.
    “You mated with me,” she said. “You wanted to be mine.”
    “I wanted you to be mine,” he clarified. “And regardless, you don’t bite people.”
    “I do.” She proved the point by biting him again, a swift snap to his lower forearm.
    Wasting no more words on his feral lover, William flipped her over onto her stomach and started spanking her tight, pert cheeks. Each slap bloomed under his palm with red hue. He was not angry with her so much as he was deeply concerned. Though he had not expressly made love to her in the hopes of creating a more submissive dynamic, he had certainly never anticipated the closeness causing more trouble. In hindsight, as her bottom bounced under his palm, he supposed he had been stupid to think he could make love to her and trust her on the very first day. This one needed firm handling.
    “You will always obey me,” he informed the back of her head. “Whether we mate or not, I am your master.”
    “You’re not worthy!” She threw the insult over her shoulder, her pretty face twisted up with anger.
    It was obvious that he was not getting through to her. Spanking did not teach her a lesson, it irritated her and further strengthened her rebellion.
    He went to the thick leather strap that was coiled in his bedside drawer. Taking a tight grip of one end, William brought the long tongue down across her disobedient bottom. There was a loud crack , followed by a yelp of surprise and a deep red elongated rectangle appeared across both her cheeks.
    William paused to see how she would take it. She surprised him by staying quite still, her head still to the side, which allowed him to see the expression on her face. She seemed to be… listening. Odd.
    Knowing full well one cut of the leather would not be enough to settle his hellion, William repeated the process not once, not twice, but thrice, slapping the leather across her bottom with gusto. One stripe landed across the crown of her cheeks, the other a little lower than that and the third caught the rising underside of her beautiful red bottom.
    He had expected her to cry out in protest, but she simply let out a little whimpering sigh and lay still. Against all common sense, the harsher punishment seemed to have relaxed her. She was no longer holding tension in every part of her body. Her eyes were closed, almost as if she were in repose.
    “Sarah?”
    Long lashes opened slowly. “Mmm?”
    “Do we have an understanding?”
    A little shrug of her shoulders told him that she had not had enough. Bending to his work, he slapped her gorgeous cheeks again, landing the lash flush with her bottom over and over until her cheeks were bright red and hot to the touch. Had he given a lady of the city such punishment, he would have undoubtedly had a crying, shrieking woman on his hands, but Sarah was stretched out like a cat in the sun, accepting her punishment with good grace.
    He tapped her bottom with the leather. “Understand me now, girl?”
    “Yes.”
    She spoke the little word softly, but he was so grateful to hear it that to his ears she may as well have shouted it. Finally, some form of real submission