Chapter 63 The Collar

• Adrian Kane backed off, his own passion rising higher with every passing second. He reached for the tiny wooden paddle that waited close by, testing its weight against the palm of his hand. A sharp sting spread across his skin, and the slow smile that tugged at his lips promised what was to come. The crowd leaned in, hushed in anticipation, every eye fixed on Sienna Hart bound helplessly before him.
• Sienna gave a muffled cry as the paddle fell for the first time against her tender skin. The sound cracked sharply through the air, followed by her choked whimper. Her fingers curled tightly around the rough wood of the cross as her body twisted and trembled against the restraints. Adrian raised the paddle again and again, each strike deliberate, measured, painting her flesh in lines of heated pain.
• When at last he paused, he stepped back to admire his handiwork. Her ass glowed a deep, rosy red, the skin hot beneath his touch as he smoothed his hand gently across it. Sienna sagged against the cross, her strength spent, her body slack with exhaustion. Adrian bent closer, whispering words meant only for her ears, soothing her even as he shifted her around to face him.