His shadows that I have become so fond of wrap around my wrists, pinning them to my back. Even if I tried to wiggle out of their grasp, I wouldn’t be able to. Another tendril of the smoke caresses my face.

“You know you’re my girl, right and I would never hurt you. This is what you want?”

“Yes, daddy,” I reply relaxing into his touch. The first slap hurt and shocked me. But I know what it can feel like when he brings me to the edge of intolerable pain and brings me so much pleasure.

Smack.

The slap startles me, but this time I don’t try to get out of his lap. I take it, his large hand hitting my left cheek and then right.

I feel my body relax against his. The pain making me wet, and I can’t help it when I attempt to rub my thighs together.

His next slap is where my ass meets my thigh and another yelp escapes me.

“Is that good, Blair?” he asks.

“I need you,” I say. Part of me wanting him to hit me harder, the other part wanting him to fuck me senseless. I’m nearly at the point of being a limp, carefree doll in his hands as he kneads my tender ass before slapping it again.

“I’ll always be here when you need this, Blair. When you need to get out of that beautiful head of yours. You’re mine to take care of.” Smack. “Mine to cherish.” Smack. “Mine to love.” Smack.

The sound of the last blow ricochets in the room and it’s like bells ringing in my ears. His shadows are gone from my wrists immediately as I sit up and straddle his lap. I wince as my ass touches his jean clad thighs but watch his expression. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Dax be shy before. He looks like he’s worried I’m going to run for the hills or not say it back.

“Yours to love?” I ask.

He nods his head, and his hands wrap around my waist. “That timing probably wasn’t my most profound. These sessions are just as cathartic for me as they are for you. I do love you, Blair. I meant everything I said.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze him tight. “I love you too, you know.”

Since my face is pressed into his neck, I can’t see him smile, but I feel it. My heart is pounding in my chest as I pull back from the hug and smash my lips against his. He moans into my mouth as I take control and deepen the kiss even further. I show him with each passing of my tongue how much I want him, how much he means to me.