Free Vanished Pride (The Seven Sin Sisters 4) by Paloma Beck Page B

her
panties still around her ankles. Then just as he had done the first time he
spanked her, Donovan wedged his long fingers between her thighs and into her
damp folds. His fingers stroked along her folds. Paige could feel her core grow
wetter and hotter. Damn her body for betraying her! She didn’t want him to know
how turned on this made her. She squirmed as much as she could, shifting in
hopes of getting some relief from his exploring fingers.
    “No
use hiding, Princess. You have been a naughty, naughty girl and I plan to
supply incentive to be more considerate in your next decision.” Donovan tsked at her as if she’d done something wrong and, if
possible, she flushed even more.
    Donovan
located Paige’s bundle of nerves at the top of her wet folds. Another shiver washed
up her body as he circled it viciously. Her clit was on fire with blood rushing
to it. She couldn’t think of anything more than, without a doubt she was going
to cum any second. Yes, a few more flicks right there and she’d be flying.
    Everything
stopped. Donovan moved his hand away. She felt him shift and then felt the
sting of the rubber against her ass. There must’ve been three smacks before
Paige found her breath and screamed. This was far worse than his hand. She
couldn’t do this. She needed him to stop. Squirming, Paige begged, “Please,
Donovan, please. I can’t do this. Oh Goddess, it hurts. It hurts too much.” She
was babbling and knew her face was a wreck of smudged makeup and tears.
    Donovan
rubbed circles over her reddened ass and Paige continued to cry as he cooed
nonsense into her ear. He hadn’t let her up from her position but he was
reassuring her at least. Once again, his fingers drew through her folds. She
couldn’t believe she was still so wet but as soon as his fingers made contact
with her clit, Paige was again so close to orgasm. The pain that was nearly
unbearable a few minutes ago faded to the background as she chased her orgasm. Her
body responded as it recognized her mate. Close, she was so close.
    Donovan
pulled his hand away and she missed his touch instantly. “Now that you’ve had a
moment, was it really too much? Perhaps the harshness of your punishment is in
line with the harshness of your actions?”
    “No,
I…” Paige didn’t get to finish her sentence as Donovan brought the rubber spoon
back down on her ass. It burned. The stings with each slap reverberated through
her core. After three more strikes, he stopped and again he rubbed his hand
over her bottom. She screamed and cried, her sobs muffling the string of
apologies Paige tried to convey.
    He
ignored her. Once satisfied she’d calmed enough, Donovan again struck her
cheeks three times. He never spoke a word and the only connection she had to
him was his hand on her back, but even that was over her shirt. She needed him.
The pain was terrible but Goddess, she deserved it if she’d hurt him this
badly. The realization of what she had done to him slammed into her. The
turmoil brewing inside now felt worse than the fire he ignited on her bottom.
    Donovan
stood over her. The only sound in the room was the expulsion of deep breaths
before she heard the whistle of the spoon crossing air. Paige’s body quivered
as she worked at relaxing her muscles, knowing it would hurt less but then
finding she wished it hurt more. She deserved this. Selfishness was just the
beginning of her transgressions. She had hurt her mate without a second thought
and she stood here ready to do it again. Paige sobbed as the final three
strokes came down.
    Donovan
rubbed circles on her lower back. He remained quiet and Paige wondered if he
was waiting for her to speak. She didn’t know where to start. Calming her sobs,
she whispered through a broken voice, “I did it again. I’m so sorry.”
    “What
did you do again, Princess?”
    “I
only considered myself. I was so selfish. I just needed everything to be
perfect.”
    “Had
you considered that I knew what you needed?