Page 154 of Pretty Little Thing


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“Ten,” he says.

He tosses his clothes back at the table and Trix snatches them in mid-air.

“Ten?” I ask.

Murmurs and chuckles rise behind me. He stands tall in nothing but his pants and shoes, his epic arms and chest on full display. My jaw drops along with everyone else’s but no one seems to do a thing to stop this.

“Conspiracy to commit theft,” he says. “Ten lashes.”

He turns around and places his palms on the table again.

Trix gasps at his shirtless chest. “Oh, Daddy...”

“It’s happening,” Melanie whispers, tilting her phone for a better angle.

This went a lot further than I thought it would…

Uh-oh…

“Ms. Payne,”he says, “I’m ready for my punishment.”

I glance at the belt in my hand.

Oh, my god…

I bite my cheek, my eyes locked on his muscular back. It feels strange to be on this side but utterly exhilarating, too. My pulse quickens and my sex begins to throb.

I raise my arm and snap it down. The belt hits his right shoulder blade and he cringes.

“One,” I count.

I hit his shoulder again, leaving a light pink spot on his skin.

“Two.”

A smile creeps across my lips.

I slap his left shoulder, two quick taps just a little bit faster.

“Three. Four.”

Clive lets out a light groan but his hands don’t leave the table. An intense spike of curiosity trembles me. I wonder what it would take to make him move… make him cry out for me.

I whip him three times in a row, slapping as hard as I can.

“Five. Six. Seven.”

His back stiffens, the tight muscles quivering beneath his skin. Heat fires through my core. Just three to go.

I raise the belt but I don’t hit him. I let it dangle along his spine, gently tapping until a laugh exhales from his throat. I toy with him the same way he toys with me. He’ll make me regret it later, I’m sure.

And I can’t wait.

I smack him again. “Eight.”

And again. “Nine.”

I pause, letting the final suspense last.

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