Conn was a wickedly passionate, fiercely dominant man who loved her too much to ever really hurt her.

You spanked me,” she told him.
“I did.” He lifted her shoulders high enough to push a wedge pillow under the pad. “And I enjoyed it very much. You have a very spankable ass, no?

Sex is a team sport, sugar.

Right on the edge of fear was where trust could grow.

Of course it hurts, it’s a spanking. How else would it work?

I need you." Every pore of my being is begging. This is what we do.