Page 31 of Elevating Eve

She shuddered, not able to hold back another small moan. Bending at the waist, she arched her back while she untied her boots, the image in her head of a ballet dancer, all perfect, graceful lines. In reality, she probably looked nothing like that, but lust still filled Jonathan’s gaze when she straightened.

Eve kicked her boots aside, glad she’d worn simple black socks today instead of her usual old, stained tube socks. She still couldn’t believe he’d peeled those things off her feet after a full day of work. It was a miracle he didn’t run from her screaming then and there.

Tossing the new socks toward the shoes, she took her time unbuttoning her jeans, letting her fingers slip below the waistband, teasing along the top of her panties.

Jonathan’s hands tightened on the arms of his chair. “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?” he demanded.

“No, Sir.” Her hand slid ever so slightly lower.

“Eve.” It was a warning. One she had no intention of heeding. Now that she knew what a punishment from Jonathan really meant, she didn’t fear him in the least.

Closing her eyes, she pushed her hand lower, brushing a single fingertip over her clit.

He made it back around the desk before she had a chance to do anything more. Wrenching her jeans down to mid-thigh, he pushed her forward until she bumped against the edge of the desk. He didn’t stop for even a second, forcing her to bend at the waist until her torso and cheek pressed against the smooth wood.

“What did I say about naughty girls?” he growled, gripping the back of her panties in one hand, yanking them down to just below the curve of her ass.

“They get punished, Sir.” She was so turned on, she had to gasp the words out.

Leaning over the desk, he opened the top middle drawer, pullingout a wooden ruler—the old kind made of thick, sturdy wood, metal along one edge. Her heart fluttered in her chest at the sight of it.

Without another word, he began her punishment, bringing the ruler down across the center of her ass again and again without reprieve.

Holy fucking shitballs, that hurt. She clenched her cheeks together, unable to help herself.

“Relax your ass,” he barked out, his rhythm not changing in the least. “Or it’ll only hurt more.”

Eyes screwed together and fingers digging into the unyielding surface of the desk, she tried to do as he said. “I can’t,” she half groaned, half wailed. It wasn’t just her ass. Every single muscle in her body was taut as a bowstring.

“Suit yourself,” he said, increasing the strength of each stroke.

Tears leaked from her closed eyes at the pain. Her breath came in harsh pants.

The fall of the ruler paused. A gentle hand rubbed her ass, soothing the worst of the sting. “Remember that you have your safeword.”

Gratitude erupted inside her chest, making her heart feel too big for her rib cage. “I remember, Sir. I don’t want to use it.”

“Good girl,” he said, squeezing her punished ass, making her hiss in pain.

God, it felt way too good. She couldn’t hold back a moan as he started back up with the ruler. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from begging. The words were right there on the tip of her tongue.

When he aimed lower, hitting her right in her tender sit spots, she accidentally screamed. God, how embarrassing. Someone with his level of experience would want a sub with more self-control.

But the growl that rose up out of him wasn’t a sound of anger. With a rush of excitement, she realized he was also losing control. Seconds later, the ruler clattered onto the desk.

Pushing her jeans and panties down to her ankles, he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her free of the ensnaring clothing. As soon as her bare feet touched the floor again, he ordered, “Kneel.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice. She sank to her knees on the plush area rug, mouth already salivating as he unbuckled his belt. Leaving theends of the supple leather belt dangling, he opened his pants and freed his cock. It jutted toward her lips, so long and thick that she almost couldn’t believe the whole thing had fit inside her last night. And now he wanted to put it in her mouth.

Fuck yes.

“I’m going to come in your mouth, Eve,” he told her, staring down with a feral desire radiating from his wild eyes. “I want you to taste how much you please me.”

In answer, she parted her lips, spreading them wide.

“Good girl,” he said, pushing into her. His thrusts were shallow at first, giving her a chance to get used to his size. She did her best to wet his thick shaft, swirling her tongue around the head each time he retreated.

Pulling his belt free with aswishthat made her shiver, he looped it around her neck, sliding the end through the buckle. “If you want to use your safeword, tap my leg twice.”

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