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distinctly un-Anna thing—she circled her hips in his direction, ass moving in a seductive sway.
    The little tiger was trying to entice him.
    He let a smirk grow, crossing his arms while he observed her. Another swivel of lush hips had her eyes going dark when the edge of the bench brushed over her clit. The light of realization gleamed bright when she saw her loophole. He barely contained his chuckle at the tug of her sly smile as she thought she’d discovered something he’d failed to notice.
    The bench had been designed with that in mind but he’d let her have her fantasy. She’d learn soon enough not much got by him. But her mischief continued to delight and surprise him and he loved her even more because of it.
    She looked at him with a cocky daring and gave him another tempting wiggle.
    In that second, he stopped thinking, stopped worrying. Part of what made him a good Dom was instinct. Something he’d largely ignored with Anna. And right now instinct told him he had a defiant little sub on his hands practically begging to get spanked.
    He gave in. Unleashed that ruthless part of him that demanded her begging and helpless. Unable to think. A slave to her own wanton needs. At his complete mercy.
    Palm itching, he slapped her ass. Hard. The crack reverberated around the room.
    She jerked forward, gasping.
    He laughed, a cold, evil sound that had the defiance draining right out of her. He smacked the other cheek, pleased at the color blooming over her pale skin. “Are you going to answer me? Or should I continue?”
    She grasped the sides of the bench, peering around at him as though she couldn’t quite believe what she saw.
    He smacked her again.
    She winced, letting out a hiss. “Ouch!”
    “Now, Anna.” Another hard smack.
    Her knuckles whitened, creating a stark contrast against the black leather. “That hurts.”
    He dipped his fingers into her pussy, gathering her wetness and smearing it on the inside of her inner thigh then delivering another loud slap. “Feels good too, doesn’t it?”
    Another hard whack had her jerking, her head falling down to the bench. “God, Mason…” She trailed off when he rained blows from the top of her ass to her inner thighs.
    Hand hot, he rested it on the curve of one rosy cheek and struggled to get his breathing under control. His cock impossibly hard, almost painful, he watched the rapid rise and fall of her ribs. Her lids fluttered open and she furtively cast him a glance, shifting her pelvic bone and pressing her clit against the seat. Her hips circled and she moaned, soft and low.
    Sweet, innocent Anna brought to the point of needy lust by a spanking. It almost brought him to his knees.
    He slapped her thighs. “Do you think I don’t see you grinding that cunt, trying to get yourself off?”
    She froze, guilt at being caught flashing across her expression. “Mason,” she said her voice a strangled, anxious cry. “I need—”
    He smacked her ass. “You need to answer my fucking question.”
    Big baby blues blinked, her lips curving, she pressed them together. “I don’t remember the question.”
    He squeezed her warm flesh and she hissed. “Why do you think you’re so excited?”
    Her rib cage contracted as she took in a deep breath. “I-I really don’t know.”
    Smack. “Try harder.”
    Thick lashes narrowed.
    Smack, smack, smack.
    She cried out. The scent of her arousal clung to the air, intoxicating him.
    “Shall I keep going, because I can do this all night?” He palmed her hot skin, rubbing in slow circles before plunging into her cunt. “Believe me, I can stave off an orgasm for hours, until you’re nothing but a hot, needy little slut who will do anything in order to come.”
    Her hands curled into a fist and she pounded the bench as her hips bucked to meet his ruthless thrusts. He pulled away when the first telltale signs of orgasm threatened to overtake her. Again he slapped her behind with a vigorous force that left him panting and