“Yes,” I whimpered, the word torn from me, from a place I didn’t know existed. A place that grew deeper, more vast, and more consuming every time I did this with him.

“Say it, Addison.”

“I want to be your good girl,” I cried out. As the words left my mouth, I grew wetter. So wet, I could feel it trickling along my slit.

“Yeah, you do,” he rasped. “But right now, all I see is a brat who needs her ass spanked.”

He spanked me again and I sobbed.

“I wish you could see how pretty this round ass looks with my handprint on it.” His hand came down hard again. “You’re doing so good,” he said, low and growly and hungry.

But he didn’t say it, didn’t say what I wanted,needed, to hear, the words I craved. He was withholding them from me a little longer, and at that moment, I would have done anything for him to say them, to earn it back. A tear slid down my cheek, my emotions a confusing, chaotic wildfire roaring inside me.

My thighs were slick now with my juices, and I was having a hard time thinking anything else but my need to please him, my desperation to come. God, I actually tilted my hips, offering my ass up for more. I wanted that deep ache, and I wanted to be his good girl again.

He made a rough sound. “Fucking dripping, Addison. You don’t know how much you’ve pleased me, the way you’re taking your punishment. Four more, baby, then I’m going to hold you down and pound that sweet little pussy like I know you need.”

“Y-yes…I need it.” Was that my voice? I didn’t recognize it. That was someone else. I liked being someone else. Right then, I needed it so badly.

His hand made sharp contact with my ass again, and I screamed, not so much because it hurt, but because what I felt was too much, pain and pleasure mixed together, so intense I couldn’t articulate a coherent sentence if my life depended on it.

“Count the last three off for me,” he said.

I whimpered and nodded.

Another slap rang out, the other cheek this time. “Th-three.”

I jolted when the next one made contact. “Two.”

“Last one,” he said and brought that broad palm down on the other cheek again.

I groaned and rocked against him, my pussy fluttering as I squeezed my legs together. I shuddered, so out of control, that there was no stopping the words from slipping free. “I took my punishment, I-I’m not a b-brat.” A sob exploded from me. I couldn’t say it, I needed him to say it. “Levi…p-please.”

One moment I was over Manic’s lap, and the next, I was on the bed. He was shirtless from chopping wood, but his jeans and boots were still on. He yanked open his pants, tore down the zipper, then shoved my legs wide.

Grabbing my hands, he lifted them over my head, holding them to the mattress, and looked into my eyes. “Good girl,” he said, his voice shaking and so impossibly deep.

I whimpered, another sob bursting from me.

“My good girl,” he rasped one more time, then slammed inside me.

I cried out, my inner muscles clamping around his thick cock. So turned on that I came instantly, groaning and rocking against him.

“Fuck,” he bit out and pounded into me like he’d promised.

All I could do was take it, like I had the spanking, and I loved that as well. Arching against him, I lifted my hips, wanting more, wanting every hot, hard inch of him deep inside me.

“Hungry pussy,” he said as he hooked me around the waist with his other hand and lifted my ass to take him more deeply. “So perfect, baby. Fuck, you can’t get enough.”

The hair on his chest rubbed against my nipples, and every time he thrust deep, he hit me where I needed him. I clung to him, digging my fingers into hard muscle to ground myself as I rushed to the edge a second time. The sounds I made were incoherent, and I didn’t care, I wanted more, more of him.

Manic cursed. “You gonna come for me again, cupcake?”

“Y-yes. Don’t stop.” I was spinning out of control, reaching for it.

He released my hands and cupped my chin. “Open your eyes, baby, look at me.”

When I did as he said, his gaze burned into mine.

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