The moment the words left her lips, Aspen froze in shock. She could not believe she had just said that.

Had she truly sunk this low, craving his punishment like some twisted masochist?

This was exactly what Chantelle had just said!

Andrew blinked in surprise, then broke into a wicked grin. His hand came down again, delivering a series of crisp, stinging slaps to her upturned backside. He made sure to strike with just enough force—not enough to truly hurt her, but enough to make her feel the sharp, tingling pain.

Aspen's face twisted in a mix of discomfort and pleasure, her emotions caught in a confusing whirl. However, Andrew did not stop there. He explored every inch of her trembling body, pushing her to the very edge.

Soon, Aspen's limber, sweat-soaked form arched on the mattress.

Andrew quickly realized that Aspen did not just tolerate the pain—she craved it. The more he pushed her, the more alive she seemed, her reactions only growing wilder.

It was completely unexpe