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pushed her too hard, but her color was still good and the scent of arousal wafted up to him. He smiled and began. “You’ll take fifteen.”
    The first blow from his palm clearly startled her, but the beginning of a clench was immediately arrested, and she breathed through it. He carefully adjusted the weight of the next spank and placed it next to the first. By the fourth, Rowan’s skin was pinking nicely, and she wasn’t clenching at all, although the sting of each impact was obviously still prevalent. He ensured that he heated every inch of her delectable ass, pausing to rub and spread the heat and allow her to process and move past the pain into that euphoric state. He didn’t care to bruise her delicate skin, but wanted her to feel the tenderness tomorrow as a reminder. She was relaxed and boneless at number twelve and Jace laid the final three as hard, powerful smacks, as fast as he could deliver them, just beneath the curve of her ass, close to her pussy. Rowan lifted into them and moaned. Jace pressed his knee down on the mattress beside her to balance himself and slipped his hand between her soaking thighs to find her engorged clit. He rubbed it firmly and she clamped her thighs hard around his wrists and came. A cry exploded from her lips, and she sobbed immediately afterwards.
    Jace sat on the bed, ignoring his aching erection, and freed her hands. He gathered her to him, holding her against his chest and up on one hip to spare her sore ass. Her cheeks were wet with tears, her lashes spiked with the moisture, and her breath continued to hitch in her throat. He murmured his approval and praise. “There, there, sweetness. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
    Rowan began to settle and come back to herself. When she opened her eyes to stare at him, Jace spoke more loudly and clearly. “You did good, baby. You earned your orgasm for taking your correction so well.”
    He eased her off of his lap and onto her stomach, reaching into the drawer of the little table to pull out some cooling lotion. She hissed at the initial cold dribble on her hot butt cheeks and then relaxed as he gently smoothed it over the offended flesh until it was all absorbed. He then stretched out beside her, almost nose to nose. Her hair was a wild tangle, and her eyes still looked drugged. She watched him watching her, and her face flushed, entrancing him all over again. He pressed a kiss on her forehead and asked, “What have you learned?”
    She immediately said, “I need to tell you what I’m feeling or if I have a concern, or have a question.”
    “And?”
    She hesitated this time and then made a tiny shrug. Jace felt a spurt of annoyance but pushed it down. She was new at this.
    “You need to ask me for what you need, and I’ll decide if you do,” he reminded her.
    Rowan’s forehead creased.
    “What?”
    “I don’t get it,” she said. “You as much as told me that you would decide what I needed, push me, decide what I could take. That I wouldn’t have any say.”
    Jace wanted to shake her. She was so bright, so intelligent. How could she miss the point? Or had he done so? It was getting hard to stay with the program. Program. That seemed such a sterile term for what he felt about this woman. Jace pushed that feeling away. He couldn’t afford to feel anything more than a dominant connection to a submissive woman. He forged ahead. “If I fuck up, Rowan, and I will from time to time, and miss something, then you will ask, or tell, are we clear? You can trust me to act in your best interests, but we don’t know one another well yet. This is a process, one that requires good, two-way communication.”
    “I’ll try.”
    Jace decided to be content with that answer and asked another, more pertinent question. It was one he desperately wanted to know the answer to, yet feared it. “Why did you walk out that night?”
    Rowan tried to squirm away, but he dropped an arm over her waist and held her tightly while he waited. Finally,