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hint of pain. Her flesh reddened pleasingly, and he took care to cover the entire surface of those rounded curves, punishing the sweet area where buttocks met thighs and smacking the back of those thighs for good measure. He could have urged her to give into it and take the beating, fall into the space so many subs found when they simply accepted the feeling of a hard hand against vulnerable skin, but needed to make this a lesson only. Pleasure would detract from it.
    Her count became garbled, but he had no doubt she knew how many blows were pending. The last five were laid on fast and heavy to deliver maximum effect on top of that especially tender joining on the upsweep of her buttocks with the last one right over her anus. With an effort, more because of his heavy heart than because her boneless form actually weighed anything significant, he stood her on her feet and forced her to face him. The sadist in him had never reared his head so there was no pleasure for either of them, merely sad, if important, necessity.
    Stormy, moisture-filled eyes avoided his, and her cheeks were flushed and tear stained. Her nose ran and she sniffed pathetically. Thorn dug out a linen square and dried her face with it, ignoring her flinch so as not to take it to heart. He had just blistered her ass for little apparent reason to her, so what might he expect?
    “Tell me why I tanned your bottom.” He fought the urge to stroke her cheek.
    Despite the spanking, probably the first time anyone had touched her in that manner, a hint of what he thought he might expect flashed across her face. “To make sure I remembered your order .”
    Teary and sore she might be, but his intended was not cowed. If anything she was furious with him and refused to really meet his eyes. Thorn’s dominant side rose to the challenge even as his heart warned him this woman was unlike any other he had known and dominated. He decided to be content with her insubordinate answer.
    “Use the facilities and dress in the clothing that is hanging behind the door. I will pack the outfit you travelled in. Drink the entire bottle of juice that is on the sink.” The sooner she partook of the nectar of Virile the better.
    A barely audible snort indicated her anger, and she was probably plotting against him already, wanting to resist his new orders. No matter. He had given her a solid reminder not to defy him and disobey the rules of safety, so the end justified the means. She marched towards the bathroom, perfect, red ass calling to him like a syren. He longed to feel that heat against him as he thrust his cock—He shut down his lust. They had to leave shortly if they were going tonight. A night with Adara in the bed in this room would suit him to the ground, but he had his brothers to consider.
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    Raw fury simmered beneath her attempt at a carefully bland exterior—at least Adara hoped she hadn’t given anything of her strong feelings away. A hint of awe tempered her rage an infinitesimal bit. If that solid pulsing erection against her side was any indication, Thorn Freestar would have rather fucked her. The man’s self control and his strength were perhaps worthy of someone’s admiration, but she wasn’t going there. Neither was she going to consider the emotions elicited from being naked at this hot stranger’s feet and by his carefully applied spanking. They surely were too foreign, and they undermined her feminist self! As if a man she’d just met could make her want to acknowledge his approval of her naked body and her submission! As if a man knew best how to teach her a lesson!
    It roiled her emotions and curdled her common sense, and she was going to find a way to express herself—what was it she wanted to express, anyhow? It had to be disgust and dismay, she decided. She just needed time to sort it out and calm that surge of hormones. Her brain must be muddled by the space journey. Drinking the small bottle of juice down, gulping the contents as she