Page 48 of Born To Be Bad

I snort with laughter, then stop, scolding myself. Don’t break character.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I say. “I must have been distracted when I was getting dressed this morning.”

“What were you distracted by?”

I scramble for something to say. “I was, uh … fantasizing about … the hot billionaire who owns this plane.”

“Really,” he replies.

He spanks me again. There is a zinging up my spine.

“Do you have a thing for billionaires?”

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I hate billionaires.”

“Do you hate money?”

“Nope.”

“Just billionaires,” he deadpans.

“Yep.”

“Why is that?”

“Because money is useful.”

“Ouch.”

Ironic that my delicate skin is stinging but he’s the one saying “Ouch.” I suddenly worry I’ve broken character by hating billionaires.

“I apologize, Mr. Ravenscroft. I’ll do whatever you want to make it up to you.”

“I like the sound of that. Apology accepted.”

I wait for his instructions.

“Climb onto the table. Ass in the air.”

I clamber onto the smooth white table. I’m on my hands and knees. Alistair spanks me again. “Higher,” he growls.

I push my ass up. I can imagine that my cheeks are pink from this corporal punishment.

“Higher.”

I go down onto my elbows so that my ass is as high as it can go.

“That’s good.” Alistair pours himself another glass of champagne and sits to admire my pussy. He clicks a button on a remote, turning the music on. Another click and the table top starts slowly revolving. I’m an erotic statue for his sole viewing pleasure. He sips his drink and watches, taking me in from every angle.

“I love those suspenders on you,” he says, unbuttoning his trousers.

Soon he’s stroking himself as he watches me turn, slight color on his cheeks as he eats me up with his eyes.

“I love the way your tits look. Just look at them. Aren’t they beautiful?”

He has a solid point. They do look rather fantastic in this new teddy.

“Touch them,” he says.

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