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“And here I thought you were a good girl,” he murmurs, stretching upward so his words blow softly against my ear. “But I give you one simple instruction and you defy me. Was I not clear?”
I swallow and my throat muscles pulse strongly enough to echo along my collarbone.
“What was that, Paisley?” His finger grows more insistent, the tease now turning into an attempt to gain entry. “Did you say something?”
“You were clear.”
“But you disobeyed me. Were my instructions too hard to follow? Was it all too complicated?” His tone is bathed in disappointment and an arrow of guilt shoots straight through me. “Aren’t you smarter than that?”
“I’m sorry.”
His free hand rests lightly on my shoulder, the other still digging for gold between my legs. He’s inside my lips now, stroking gently, and my mind has dissolved.
“Do you really think you can buy your way out of punishment with that lame apology?”
“I was going to leave them off, but I was scared someone else might see.”
“And you catered to the needs of this fictional ‘someone else’ rather than me?”
He moves closer and the looming presence of his angular body behind me sends a tangle of dread and desire skittering from head to toe. I’m sure he wouldn’treallyhurt me… or mostly sure. There’s still a pinch of doubt, a thought that he’s more serious than I gave credit for, that I might soon feel the sting of retribution against my skin.
Conner withdraws his finger and I clamp my lips to avoid a whimper. I hear him sucking me from his skin, then he reaches past me to pick up a plastic ruler from his desk, placing it between my spread hands. “How do you think that makes me feel?”
The choice of stationery alarms me. I would welcome his bare hand, but a ruler? I wince, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
“I’m sorry.” The note of regret in my voice is genuine. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“Were you too shy?”
“Yes!” I grasp at the suggestion like it’s a lifeline. “That’s exactly it.”
“And are you shy now?” He runs his finger from the inside of my knee all the way to the apex of my thighs. “Will you be too shy tomorrow?”
“No.”
“Then show me.” He sits again and I wait, knowing enough to keep my hands where they are until he gives me permission. Conner’s knee slips between my legs, pushing them apart. “Use your hands and show me.”
I finally move, lifting my skirt at the front so he can’t see anything from where he sits. I draw my underwear down, feeling the dampness as they slide down my legs, then step out of them. As he picks them up and pockets them, I pull the fabric of my dress tight across my hips until it moulds to my naked arse.
“Is that all you’ll let me see?”
My gaze shifts to the door again, then I shut my eyes and roll my skirt up, inch by inch, slowly revealing myself to him.
A low sigh greets my reveal, and his hands take over from mine, holding my dress up at my waist, his thumbs stroking the globes of my backside until they’re blushing as crimson as my face. “Look at you,” he breathes. “You’re so pretty, angel. Can you put your hands back on the desk for me?”
I obey the instruction without delay, and he rewards me with a kiss on my left butt cheek, deepening into a bite that makes my legs tremble and my mouth hum.
His thumbs stroke farther inward, moving in larger circles until he brushes the edge of my pussy. Then he spreads my lips apart, blowing gently against my entrance until my clit throbs in time with the rush of blood in my ears, the heavy thump of my heart.
He says nothing for a full minute, staring at me, holding me open while my muscles twitch, wanting more. Then his tongue touches against me, and I hold my breath, only for him to withdraw without doing anything further, once again standing, soaring above me while my palms are glued to the desk and my knees shake.
“Since you’ve apologised, you get to choose.” Conner picks up the ruler and slaps it against the edge of his blotter. I jump, my arse cringing even though it wasn’t touched. “I’m going to spank you five times. If you opt for my hand, it won’t sting nearly as bad.”
“Mm.”
“Whereas if you choose the ruler, you’ll still get five strikes, but once I’ve finished…”
He trails off and my nerves are so jumpy that I gasp in frustration, needing him to complete the thought, to tell me what he has in store.
