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“That’s bullshit. You’re the least demanding person I know. A lot? I wish you’d need more from me. Because then I could wrap you up in me. Make you need me more.”
Because if she needed him then . . . she wouldn’t leave him?
She thought she was starting to understand this man. And he was so much more than a grumpy boss or a secret caretaker to the people around him.
He was generous and kind.
But he’d never want anyone to know that. It would ruin his rep.
“There won’t be any breaks,” he said firmly. “For either of us. Because this is who we are and you won’t be hiding anything from me, understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“That’s my good girl. I need to fuck you.”
Oh Lord, she wanted that too.
“Brace your hands on the glass again. Your punishment comes first. And then you get your reward. This one is for running from me tonight as well as the one you’re still owed that we put off. Time to pay up. Remember, you have a safeword.”
Nooo. She really needed to come.
“Can I have the orgasm before the spanking?” she grumbled.
“You cannot. You’re lucky you get to come at all. Run from me again and I’ll spank you, then edge you for hours. And I’ll make you eat some mustard. Understand me?”
Yikes. Mustard too? That was just too mean. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
He moved to the side as she leaned over.
Smack!
Oh heck. He had a wallop on him. She’d never quite been spanked like this.
What? With your tits and ass out in a Manhattan penthouse? Nope. Safe to say you’ve definitely never been spanked like this.
Several more smacks landed. Her ass was already hot. Throbbing.
“Daddy,” she moaned. She thought she might get more leniency from Daddy than Sir.
“Calling me Daddy won’t make me go easy on you, Little Blossom,” he told her.
Rats.
Why did he have to be so smart? It felt like he could read her mind.
“Please,” she moaned.
“You’re getting the spanking I think you deserve. Not the one you feel you can endure.”
Umm.
Fudge knuckles.
She could definitely be in trouble here. She’d always told Matt when to stop, hadn’t she? If she started kicking her feet or sobbing, she’d known that would get him to stop.
Oh heck.
Had she been Topping from the bottom?
