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Truth was, I could more than afford to buy him off if he was for sale. These could be the opening salvos to blackmail or something more carefully worded but with the same effect.
Or I could ignore him. I liked that Annie was worried about me but I could ride the storm out if I had to. A Las Vegas judge wasn't going to bring down an international pharmaceuticals company worth billions.
And I wouldn't send Annie in just because I loved that she was willing.
"There would have to be rules," I said. She was curled up under the covers, having climbed in at some point while I was thinking. I pulled the covers down, exposing her.
"Of course there would," she said, stirring lazily. It was warm enough in the room that the air didn't make her flinch.
"One of the reasons I'm willing to go along with this is Bill Fleet."
She blinked. "I don't know who that is."
I met her eyes.
She didn't roll hers. She just tacked on an insincere "Sir."
We needed to renegotiate. There were times we could be on the same level. There were times when we discussed things that I'd appreciate her input as a career cop and listen to her.
But when I was her Master, I was her Master.
"Turn over."
She pouted.
"Turn over. Now."
She turned over, lying on her stomach with her ass in the air. It was a good ass but all the red had faded out of it. That was a shame. I ran a hand over it while thinking.
"Bill Fleet is a businessman. He was at the party tonight."
She didn't bother reminding me her introductions had been less than professional. Or existed at all. Some people had just touched her without ever saying who they were. No asking. No consent on her part. No opportunity to refuse. She took what I allowed them to do to her.
I stirred at the thought, getting hard.
The first slap made her jump, though she must have been expecting it. I put muscle behind it, raining down a lot of blows on one cheek in the same place.
I heard her breathe out Fuuuuuck.
"Right," I said, and gave her twice as many on the other cheek.
"Sir!"
"Ball up a handful of the sheet and put it in your mouth. Do it now, Annie."
To my surprise, she did, effectively gagging herself.
I started again, concentrating on her thighs this time, right under her buttock, slapping each 50 times, before moving back to her ass cheeks. The redness was becoming deep by the time I stopped and picked up the slapper.
"Up on your hands and knees. Make it pretty."
She went instantly onto all fours, head down, shoulders and ass high, back curved so her ass stuck up high, the wetness between her legs on display.
Then I slapped her with the strap until she started to shake, and then until she dropped onto the bed, her muscles loose, her ass fire engine red. She was crying.
I pulled her into my arms, cradling her as I lay beside her, smoothing her wet hair out of her face. "You're mine," I said. "You're mine, you're mine, you're mine."
I held her until she cried herself to sleep.
