Page 74 of Born to Make You Smile

“There you go. Let it out now,” he praised. His voice was raw and rough like gravel.

The sounds coming out of my mouth were primal. Animalistic.

“I want you to turn around and lean down over the desk,” he ordered. “You've been a naughty assistant, and I'm going to spank you.”

He was actually going to spank me!A bolt of desire pierced through my body.

“Yes, Dr. Brinley,” I said meekly, moving into position. I glanced over my shoulder and noticed him adjusting his erection. The way he was restraining himself and holding back from his own pleasure turned me on even more.

“I’ll spank you ten times. If it's too much or you feel in any way uncomfortable, you sayturnip. Otherwise, I’ll keep going. Understood?”

Turnip.I nearly snorted. And then my heart lit up. It was a subtle indicator of the depth of our relationship that made what we were doing all the more intimate.

“Yes, Dr. Brinley.”

The palm of his hand grazed my right bum cheek. First, he rubbed my skin, followed by a hit; however, it was more of a playful smack, and I giggled.

“Harder?” he asked.

“Yes,muchharder.”

He did it again, this time on the left, and I gasped. The sting was intense, and the vibrations struck my core, straight to my clit.

The primal punishment made me feel human.

Alive.

My submission to Gavin had my body swirling with euphoria. My trust in him, his ability to bring me both pleasure and pain.

In his care, I was safe.

A loud smack echoed in the room as he hit me on the right side from a slight upward angle, pushing my body forward along the desk. I moaned as my clit throbbed.

Wow, was he ever good at this.

“All right?” he asked.

“Yes, Dr. Brinley.”

He hit alternate cheeks, and it became tingly and almost numb with the blows.

“One last one. Then I'm going to fuck you.”

Smack.

The last slap on the right side stung the most. My chest tightened, and tears pooled in my eyes, but I loved every second of the submission.

Bracing my palms on the surface of the desk, I prepared for his invasion. HisBritish Invasion. I smirked subtly. But instead of him penetrating me, I felt his mouth on my right tender butt cheek, gently kissing it. He then moved to my left cheek and gave it a firm bite, letting out a growl like a bear as he did.

A stream of giggles flew out of me. “Dr. Brinley.”

“Your arse is good enough to eat. The sweetest peach,” he murmured.

I was so aroused I needed him inside me.

“Please,” I begged, shifting on my feet.

“What do you want? Use your words.”

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