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“You ready to leave now?”

“No!” She’s holding onto the edge of my desk. She’s stretched up on tiptoe. Her ass is perfectly centered over my upper thigh.

I bring my hand down again, harder, right in the same spot. Her body jumps at the impact. “How about now?”

“No! I told you, I’m not leaving, and you can take that to the bank! Ow!”

I spank her right cheek, her left cheek, her right cheek, her left cheek. My hand comes up and down in quick succession. My palm hurts. Her ass must be on fire by now. Her hand comes back to block the blows. She’s wriggling her hips, trying to get away. I solve both problems at once. I grab her wrist with my left hand, pinning it to her back. My arm locks her hips in tight.

I spank as I talk. Good, hard smacks that cover every inch of her ass. “This is my gym. We are broken up and you no longer work here. Is that clear?”

She cranes her neck, trying to look at me over her shoulder as she shouts, “I shouldn’t have to give up my career just because you can’t be friends!”

“How can you expect me to go from planning on you being my wife, to be your friend? You ask for too much, Sasha. It’s always about you.” The memories of all the times she fought me, getting her way, come flooding back. Fury fills me.

I want the satisfaction of seeing my efforts turn her skin an angry red.

I tug at the tight elastic of her pants. I get them pulled down to just below the curve of her ass. She’s wearing a black thong, as she always is. I ignore the hardening in my cock. I slap her bare bottom. She yells my name in anger, and I slap it again. Her ass is getting pink and it jiggles when I smack it.

I know despite her pain, she’s getting wet. That her little cunny is throbbing underneath that thong. I know her taste, her scent. But it doesn’t unmoor my resolve.

I will make her leave. And not come back.

I focus on that delicate skin where the tops of her thighs meet the curve of her bottom. I spank hard. My red handprint pops up on her skin as she wails. When she sits down tomorrow, she’ll be reminded—best obey.

My fury turns to the center of her round cheeks. They are going from pink to a fiery red. I spank her hard, and she yells my name.

But it’s not in anger.

She’s begging. Wanting me to stop. I won’t until I know she’s gotten the message. It’s over. I raise my hand to spank again⁠—

She yells my name. This time, in defeat. It’s pitiful.

Carter!

My hand freezes in midair, hovering over her. A dull pain rips through my chest, taking away my breath. I feel as if the wind’s been knocked from me. My gut twists. Then she’s saying my name, over and over, like she’s begging for something. Sobs rack her body. She cries out, keening.

Carter. Carter. Carter.

I’ve never seen her like this. I can’t withstand it. Every time she says my name is like a stab from a dull knife going right through my heart.

I put my leg back down on the floor. I grab her shoulders. I pull her up to face me. Her eyes are filled with tears and she won’t meet my gaze. She covers her face with her hands. She’s sobbing. Her whimpering voice whispers,

“Carter, please, take me back.”

I’m broken. I’m barely breathing. My eyes burn. My throat swells.

I press her to my chest. My touch makes her cry harder. She’s gasping for breath and she whispers,

“Take me back.”

Her fingers clutch at the collar of my shirt. I know she wants me to hold her tighter. My arms obey, wrapping around her further. Embracing her so hard I can feel her heartbeat fluttering against my chest. She burrows into me. Her hands are balled up in front of her face, holding my damp shirt in her fists. She’s curled against me, hiding in the cocoon my arms and shoulders form around her.

My voice is thick as I whisper, “Hush. Hush. You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you. I’ve got you, baby girl.” Tears prick at my eyes, threatening to fall.

My words make her cry even harder. Sasha is undone. A sense of honor washes over me as I realize what I’m experiencing. This is the raw center of her despair. My tough girl is gone. Sasha has hit a place she has never been before. Absolutely and totally out of control. Run completely out of hardness, the tigress nowhere to be found.

Only I can calm her. Tell her it will all be alright. That she will be my baby girl and I will love her, and we will never be apart for another minute. Another second. As long as I have breath in my body, she will be mine.