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She liked it. Getting spanked by Michael aroused her in a way she’d never been before.

He brought the paddle down on her ass. “This isn’t punishment. This is something you’ll feel all day tomorrow and remember everything I did to you. This is something you’ll beg me to do again and again because you’ll know exactly where it leads to.”

“Where does it lead, Sir?”

His hand moved on the back of her thigh, stroking up to her core. She held her breath as his fingers skimmed over her pussy. She was wet. There was no denying that her pussy was soaking wet and desperate for attention.

“You know exactly where it leads.” He gently stroked her, his fingers playing in the arousal he found there.

Her fingers curled around the bench, holding on because she got the feeling if she moved against his hand he would go back to the not-punishment thing, and they might have to start over. This was why the rat-fink gorgeous bastard had requested the blow job. So he could torture her and not have his cock go completely insane. The way her pussy was right now.

She wanted to shove back and force him to fuck her with his fingers. She would take anything in that moment. His hands, his mouth, his cock. She so wanted his cock. But honestly, if he let her hump his leg, she would do it.

He had her panting after him. Somewhere in the back of her head a warning signal was going off, but she ignored it totally. She didn’t need a warning with Michael. For the first time in years she was going to follow her instincts, and every one of them told her this was the guy. The right man.

“You’re being exceptionally good, sweetheart.” His deep voice was like another hand stroking over her flesh.

She held on as he moved back and forth between hard smacks and soft touches. She didn’t move at all, not wanting to give him any reason to start this torture all over again.

She wanted him. She wanted sex, and that felt good. For most of her life sex had been something to either get through or a way to attain the physical affection she craved. She’d had some good sex, but she’d never gone near crazy with pure desire. That was the place Michael was driving her toward. She would go insane if he didn’t take her soon.

She gritted her teeth, determined to take whatever he was willing to give her. To take the torture because she firmly believed this man would reward her for her effort. He wouldn’t leave her wanting.

A big finger teased inside her, taunting and tempting her to take more, but she wasn’t going to do it. She was going to be Michael’s good submissive this first time around. Later on they could play and explore and test some boundaries, but tonight was about showing him everything she’d learned over the course of their week together.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. Do you have any idea how good it’s going to feel to get inside you?” He stretched her, adding another big finger while his thumb skimmed over her clitoris, forcing her to clamp down hard on the arms to keep from coming off the bench.

“I think it’s going to feel like I’m impaled on a monster cock, Sir.” She could talk dirty. This was a role she could sink in to and have fun with because it was all a part of her personality. She’d just never been able to be so free with a man before.

That earned her a stronger stroke, and she could feel how close she was to the edge. It wouldn’t take much at all to send her right over.

“Monster cock? I’ll take that as a compliment. But I think you’ll find you can handle me with ease. You were born to take me. But I’m going to be honest, even though you did a marvelous job taking the edge off, I’m still not sure I’ll be able to last as long as I’d like, so I think I’ll have to make sure you get what you need first.”

His hand was suddenly gone, but she didn’t have time to mourn it because he hauled her up like she didn’t weigh a thing. One minute she was on the bench and the next she was in his arms, and he was stalking toward the bed. She got the briefest glimpse of his face—tight jaw, fierce look in his eyes. He was a hungry Master, and she got the feeling she was about to be made a meal of.

He tossed her on the bed, and she felt the soft comforter on her back right before he took her ankles in hand and dragged her to the edge. She didn’t fight him, let him spread her legs wide.


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