Free Collared (Vegas Nights Book 1) by Rayanna Jamison

state, she concentrated on the sound, giving meaning to each powerful blow. One by one she released her grievances—dating all the way back to her mother’s heartbreaking and unexpected death, to her completely horrifying behavior on her birthday two days prior. She was sobbing, crying out her pains and sorrows unintelligibly, in a garbled language only she could understand. Somewhere in the back recesses of her mind, it registered that she was still on stage, and that she was having a very noisy public breakdown, but she was beyond embarrassment, beyond self-consciousness, beyond caring.
    Her entire body had gone numb—she could no longer feel his hand—she could only hear the blows as they fell; the noise a rhythmic lull as she collapsed against his lap and seemingly floated away. She didn’t notice when he stopped, didn’t hear the roar of the crowd as they erupted in cheers of excitement and arousal. She didn’t notice when the floating sensation she was experiencing became actual floating as Pax stood and lifted her into his arms, carrying her off the stage, still in her prone position.
    She felt higher than a kite, and more relaxed than she ever remembered feeling. All she knew was that this had been the single most painful, humiliating, and arousing experience of her life, and she was as weightless as a feather, as if all the cares she had in the word had been spanked away.
    And then there was Pax. Never had her view of a person changed so completely and so quickly. Prior to yesterday morning, she had thought him to be a self-serving pimp of a man. A narcissistic money-hungry player with an overly inflated ego. At this moment, he was an angel—the hottest, sweetest, most dominant angel to ever fall down from the heavens—if angels had hands like two-by-fours and biceps bigger than her neck.
    Each time Pax spanked her was harder and more unyielding than the time before. It was also more cathartic. She should be hauling off and decking him right about now, but there was nothing she wanted to do less.  The humiliating act of accepting a spanking for wrongdoing, the release from pain and emotions that had been weighing her down for years, and the pain induced euphoria she was currently experiencing combined, leaving her in a state of unrelenting happiness and peace.  She was so damn relaxed, so damn happy and hornier than she had ever been.
    Her giddiness increased when they made it to the dressing room, and Pax carried her through the doorway, closing the door behind them with his hip. He laid her gently on her back on the red suede chaise in the corner of the room and she smiled as she finally saw his face for the first time in over an hour. He knelt next to the chaise and she was shocked to see his beautiful smiling eyes were a mask of concern—and longing.
    He opened his mouth to speak, and she put a finger to his lips. “Shh.”
    Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him close and kissed him more deeply and fully than she had ever kissed anyone before. Pax hesitated for a split second, and then they were a frenzy of passionate kisses, and he was on top of her on the chaise, so entwined that it was hard to tell where he stopped and she began. Their movements were rushed and impatient—shirts and undergarments flew across the room in their rush to have that skin to skin contact. Soon they were nearly naked, her in her white ruffled panties that were chaffing against the heat radiating off her ass, and him in a pair of sexy black boxer briefs. Pausing for a minute, her eyes raked over his body with a happy grin, so that was what healthy eating and a strict workout regime looked like. Damn.
    Lowering his head to her waist, he took the waistband of her panties in his teeth and lifted her off the chaise with one giant hand underneath her butt, just high enough to drag her panties down her hips, guiding them down her legs with his mouth until they, like all of her other clothes, were on the floor.
    Just