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cupped hand to spank her, causing the least amount of pain, yet her ass was a succulent shade of red. He’d done all he’d intended for her initiation. Short and sweet and delicious, enough to ensure she’d come back for more, a taste of what he could offer her.
    But she drove him to need more. Her soft moans and sighs had wormed their way beneath his skin.
    “I’m going to give you what you crave.” What he craved. He’d spanked other women. He’d spanked his wife, but that was long ago, before his son was born. None of them had taken to it like Lola.
    “We need to remove your panties.” If she had any objections, she could most certainly voice them now.
    She sighed her permission.
    Slowly, lingering on each separate action, he hooked his index fingers in the elastic at her hips and drew the material over her sweet, burning ass. The crotch clung to her pussy a moment before pulling free.
    Christ, the sight was enough to make him come. She was moist, her cream dampening the panties, the fragrance of her arousal filling his head, mesmerizing him.
    Without prompting, she shifted so he could slip the silky material down her legs. As he bent, he pressed a kiss to the juncture of her thighs. She moaned, a wisp of sound.
    Her taste, sweet and salty, enflamed him. His cock throbbed in his pants, and a wild urge rose in him. The need to take her was almost irresistible.
    Yet he had so many plans for her, things he’d been dreaming of. He wouldn’t spoil it all by rushing. She was too perfect not to savor slowly.
    But he would take more than he’d planned. That sweet kiss. And her climax.
    Rising, he put his hand to her pussy, steeped himself in the feel of her. “You’re wet, you dirty girl. You loved what I did.” She made no reply. “Didn’t you?” His voice rose on the question, giving her permission to speak.
    “Yes,” she said with that same breathy sigh that tightened his balls.
    “Does your bottom sting?”
    “Yes. In a good way.” Her long hair fell down over her shoulders, obscuring her face.
    “Do you want to come?”
    “God, yes.” Need laced her voice.
    “I’m going to make you climax like you never have before.” Stepping aside, he opened the side table drawer and withdrew a string of three brass balls. He’d never used them. They’d been sitting in his bedroom cabinet, but they’d come into play in a particularly graphic and very satisfying fantasy about her, and tonight he’d retrieved them even as he’d told himself it was too soon.
    Rounding to the front of the chair, he leaned back into the corner. Holding the end, he let the balls fall down on their chain. “Ever used Ben Wa balls?”
    She shook her head, her hair swaying across her face. Reaching out, he tucked the locks behind her ears.
    “I’m going to put them inside you where they’ll stroke your G-spot.”
    Something flickered in her eyes. “They won’t get stuck?”
    He allowed her the question, even though he hadn’t expressly permitted it. Wiggling the chain, he said, “This will be outside.”
    She eyed them a moment longer, then nodded.
    “Shall I warm them or do you want them cold?”
    “Which is better?”
    Hell, the woman was perfect. “They’re two intensely different sensations.” He cocked his head. “We’ll do them cold. Stay right where you are. Don’t move.”
    In the kitchen, he grabbed a few pieces of ice. With the balls and the ice in his hand, he held them over the sink until water dripped through his fingers and his palms were slightly numb.
    Back in the living room, he put his hand on her ass. She squealed and jerked away.
    “Oh yeah,” he drawled, “perfect.”
    Then he slid the balls inside her. She gasped, throwing her head back, and he lingered, testing, playing. Jesus, she was wet. And hot.
    “This is going to be good, baby.” The length of chain dangling from the pink lushness of her pussy was truly one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen.
    He pulled her hair together in his