Page 468 of Deep Cover

I moaned. Softly. So softly.

"Are you Erin?"

I didn't answer.

He hit me again, repeating strikes, going up and down my legs, carefully only hitting the left cheek but with so much control and so much force, jolting my body.

Jolting my mind.

"Are you ERIN?"

Half a dozen strikes before I could process them and I heard him through the cane down and move up behind me. He dragged my hips to him and plunged his erection into my sex. He took up a rhythm that left me swaying, panicking, holding on for dear life to the chains that the cuffs were attached to.

Until I heard him say, Let go.

My fingers were rigid, curled there. Locked.

Annie.

Let go.

I've got you.

I've got you.

"I've got you."

He came inside me and my own orgasm thundered through me, leaving me too weak to stand without him. Without the chains that kept me safe.

Without Cole's hands on me.

Something broke. What I thought had broken before hadn't. This time, truly, something broke. I howled, sobbing, the white scarf darkening as I drenched it, then a lightness and coolness as it was lifted away and Cole held my face between his palms.

I realized I could see again, that my eyes were open and I was looking at his face, at the merest hint of mischief in his eyes, though he wasn't smiling his triangular grin. Not yet.

I realized he had let go of me. I was standing on my own. The cuffs were gone from my wrists, the chains swaying, cuffs empty.

I was standing on my own. In the playroom with Cole St. Martin, my ass hurting, my breath coming rough, my heart still pounding and my sex still wet and softly pulsing.

I stood where I had walked on my own and submitted because I chose to.

My eyes moved up slowly to see if he'd allow me to meet his eyes. He didn't stop me. When we were eye to eye, locked, he stroked my face again, leaned down and took my mouth with his, kissing me.

"You're Annie," he said, and pulled me against his sweat slicked chest. "My Annie."

"Yes, Sir," I said.

I was home.

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