I repeated his words.
“I can trust that my mate will take care of me.”
I said those too and the s******g, in my mind, changed to something else. He wasn’t slapping my a*s because he was punishing me, he was doing it because he had recognized something in me I’d never known existed. I had no idea how or why I needed a s******g, but just knowing that I was bent over and Dax was giving me no choice in it, that he was making me forget about everything, was liberating. The stinging swats had a wonderful ability to shut off my mind and I could trust that he was watching out for me. No harm would come to me as he did this. No one would see that my a*s was bare and probably turning bright red. No one would see the tears on my cheeks. No one would see me, no one but Dax.
He wasn’t laughing at me
