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her. This was her chance to say yes or no. It was too late, now. Her indecision was gone. As much as she knew she would probably get hurt in the end, there was no way she was backing out.
    “Very well, Sir.” He stood and disappeared behind her. She could hear cabinet doors opening. Seconds later he was back, attaching cuffs to her wrists that he then hooked together. He propelled her toward the couch, stopping at the edge.
    “Put your knees on the cushion, then lean over and put your head on the back.” Her breathing intensified, and she felt as if she might hyperventilate. She was half-naked on a couch, her arms bound behind her, her legs spread as wide as her panties would allow. And Cedric Davenport stood behind her. No, not Cedric Davenport. Master Cedric, a man thinking of buying her on the auction block.
    “Calm down, slave girl.” His touch was gentle on her back, and her breathing eased. “I want to see how you take a punishment before I spend my hard-earned money on you.”
    “Yes, Master Cedric. I’ll be good, I promise.”
    “Would you like to belong to me? I know I’d like to own you.”
    Oh, you have no idea how much I want to belong to you. “Yes, Master Cedric, I’d like to be your property.”
    He went back to the cabinet and she heard him rummaging around. It occurred to her that Toffer seemed to have toys placed in every room of his house. Convenient, she supposed, for topping his wife whenever the mood struck him, without having to go and search for something.
    What would Cedric use on her? Not his hand, obviously, if he was going to retrieve a toy. A paddle? A flogger? A cane? No, he’d said a spanking, not a whipping, so it would probably be a paddle.

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    When he rubbed a piece of smooth, cool wood against her bottom, she knew she was right. “Show me you’d be worth my time if I bought you, slave girl. Beg for it.”
    “Please spank me, Sir. I’ll be your willing slave.” The paddle smacked against her behind, the touch just enough to sting.
    “What would you do for me?”
    “Anything you want, Sir.” Another smack, this one a little harder. The sting intensified and her breathing kicked back up.
    “Be specific.” Two more strikes spread heat through her buttocks.
    “I’ll suck your cock, Sir.”
    “And?” The spanking picked up. Cedric alternated sides, the burn increasing.
    “You can fuck me, fuck my pussy, Sir.”
    “And your ass?” Two harsh hits landed on each buttock and Kennedy tried to sit up. He responded with three more strikes. “Back into position, slave girl. I asked you a question and I expect an answer.”
    A question? He’d asked a question? Kennedy racked her brain trying to remember what he’d asked. She was so into the spanking, enjoying the intensity of the strikes, that she hadn’t been listening.
    “Bad slave girl. Maybe I won’t buy you. You’re obviously not worth the money if you can’t even answer me when I speak to you.” He stepped away and need coursed through her.
    Don’t leave me like this. I need more.
    “I’m sorry, Master, no, wait, um…” What had he asked? Think, Kennedy, don’t concentrate on your cli . Concentrate on him t
    . “Yes! Yes, you can fuck my ass.”
    The paddle landed again, the smack shooting straight to her clit. If she wasn’t careful, she’d come just from the spanking and the way it pressed her hood bar into her clit. She’d done it once before, with Jack.
    “Tell me what you are.”

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    “Your slave.”
    “Not yet, but we’re getting there.” The paddle struck continuously, and Kennedy tottered on the edge of orgasm, fighting it with all she had. As her buttocks smoldered, though, she could fight it no more. She had to let him know, to ask permission, or she would come without it and ruin everything.
    “Master, I’m about to come; please, may I come?”
    The paddle hit harder than ever, and then Cedric’s fingers were on her ring, tugging.
    “Then