Winter’s POV

Before the sound had even left my lips, his other hand came down. A sharp, open-palmed spank landed hard on my ass cheek. The sound was obscene, a loud, wet crack that reverberated through the silent room, echoing off the crimson walls.

The impact stole my breath, and a sound I didn't recognize, a low, guttural moan, was torn from my throat. It wasn't a sound of pain. It was a sound of pure, shocked surrender.

"Isn't this too much?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous purr ...