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“Umm.” She’d checked it off as something she wanted to try, but it didn’t seem wise to tell him that just then. But once he checked the worksheet for himself, he’d know she’d lied, and that would just make her punishment worse.

Damn him.

“I said I’d like to try it,” she confessed quietly.

“Then be a good girl and open your mouth.”

Her lips parted almost of their own accord at the command in his voice. Two thick fingers filled her mouth, and she instinctively ran her tongue over them.

“Good girl,” he crooned as he pulled his fingers away. “Has anybody ever fucked you here, kitten?” A slick digit pressed against her back entrance and she immediately tensed, clenching her muscles against the intrusion.

“No, sir,” she whispered, shame heating her face at the thought of anybody having their fingers there, never mind their… anything else. “Please, sir, I’ll be good.” It was humiliating to realize he’d so easily reduced her to a whiny, begging mess, but dignity didn’t stand a chance against the onslaught of fear and, god help her, lust coursing through her.

“I wouldn’t be a very good Dom if I let you get away with disobeying me. Relax, kitten. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Tell that to my ass!”

“Your bottom can take a lot more punishment than what I doled out. I guess I should have been more specific,” he continued conversationally as he pushed the tip of his finger past the tight ring of muscle that was working so hard to keep him out. “I don’t want to harm you. This will hurt, but it will hurt less if you relax.”

“Easy for you to say,” she mumbled. He wasn’t the one with a finger up his ass.

“Yeah, it is easier to relax when you’re not on the receiving end,” he admitted with a low chuckle. “Come on, baby. Let me in.”

It was hard to take a deep breath with the back of the couch digging into her stomach, but she managed to drag in enough air to work through her breathing exercises. Bit by bit, she felt her muscles unclench.

“There’s my good girl. I’m letting you off easy, since this is your first time. But from now on,” he continued, ignoring her low whine of discomfort, “when you disobey me, your bottom will pay the price, one way or another. Do we understand each other, Katherine?”

“Yes, sir!” At that moment, she would have said anything to make him stop, to put an end to the burning sensation in her bottom as he stretched her with his finger.

“Good choice. Because my cock is a lot bigger than my finger, and what do naughty girls get in their bottoms, Katherine?”

“A… your… that,” she finished lamely, pressing her face into the couch cushions.

“They get their Sir’s cock in their bottoms, that’s right.” His finger slid from her, and she collapsed against the couch with relief. “I’m going to wash my hands. Stay here.”

Suddenly wishing she’d listened earlier and just gone to the bedroom like he’d asked, she shifted her hips and tried not to think about what she must look like, bent over the back of her couch, all of her naughty bits on display in the middle of her living room.

“Cute place you have here,” he called from the bathroom over the sound of running water. “It suits you.” The water stopped, and a moment later she heard his footsteps across the hardwood as he made his way back into the living room. “Having you on display for me really brings the room together, don’t you think?”

Since all of the responses dancing on her tongue were liable to get her in more trouble, she pressed her lips together and pretended not to hear him.

“Of course, I think you, naked, would look good in pretty much any room. We’ll have to test that theory at my place some time. I’m particularly curious about how you’ll look tied to my bed.”

Even though she’d never set foot inside his home, her mind conjured the image all too easily, and she let out a soft whimper at the flash of heat between her thighs.

“Oh, my little kitten likes that idea, doesn’t she? Use your words.”

“Yes, sir.” The words slipped out of her on a moan when he ran his finger through her soaking wet curls again.

“Then you won’t mind staying in place for me like a good girl while I eat your pussy, will you?”

Even though she knew it wasn’t really a question, she nodded and whispered, “Yes, sir” anyway.

“Good girl.”

She sensed him moving behind her, and then his mouth was on her, and every ounce of her being focused on the sensation of his tongue on her clit. Gripping the edge of the cushion, she forced herself to stay in position while he licked, sucked, and teased her just to the edge of orgasm.

And then he stopped.


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