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He draped the leather belt over her back and slipped a hand between her clenched thighs. He wiggled his hand and pinched her thighs until she spread her legs. He could have simply told her to open them, but she was sure he enjoyed it more this way.

“Why did you try to stop the punishment for Aubree?” he asked while dragging a fingernail up and down her inner thigh, almost touching her arousal, yet too far away to satisfy her.

“I—” she huffed. She couldn’t admit she’d been sitting in the office thinking about him touching someone else and felt a pain in her chest. No, she was not going to tell him she had even an ounce of jealousy for what he was going to do.

“Did you think I was going to harm her?” He dug his nail deeper into her flesh.

“No.” Of that she’d been sure. When he’d strapped her for trying to escape, he’d been hard on her, he’d hurt her, but he hadn’t harmed her.

“Did you think she didn’t deserve the punishment?” His fingers brushed her pussy lips as he moved to her other thigh.

“I didn’t know what she’d done wrong, so—I guess not.” She closed her eyes when he pinched her again.

“Good girl. See? This is going well.” He lightly tapped her clit. “Fuck, you’re wet, Azalea,” he said running his thumb through her folds. “Here, see?” Leaning over her, he presented his thumb for her view.

Glistening with her juices, the proof was right in front of her eyes. She swallowed, trying to ignore the bit of embarrassment welling inside her.

“Clean my finger, Azalea,” he ordered, bringing it to her lips. She couldn’t do that, not like this, displayed on all fours on a desk.

“Remember, good behavior comes with rewards.” He wiggled his thumb. He enjoyed her humiliation too much.

She opened her mouth and took his finger inside, licking off the sweet flavoring of her juices. He pulled it out of her closed lips, creating apop.

“Good girl.” He pet her head, down her back, and to her ass. “Did you want to watch her get her spanking?”

She shook her head. A sound swat to her ass answered her.

“No, I didn’t want to watch.” Though she would admit to herself, that being next to Aubree while she’d received her belting had been more arousing than she would have guessed. Hearing her little gasps, the leather snapping against her upturned ass, the feel of the breeze as the belt whizzed through the air before making contact on the other woman’s backside had all heightened her senses and aroused state.

“Did you not want me touching someone else? Were you—jealous?”

Fuck him for coming up with that question. If she lied, he would know right off, and she’d be getting that damn belt again instead of the pleasurable fondling. And she was too hot not to be touched by him.

She sighed. He already knew the truth. All his other questions had just been an opportunity to drag out the session and make her believe she wouldn’t have to admit to the real reason.

“I-it seemed strange. I didn’t like it.” It was as close to admitting the jealousy as she would come.

“Ah.” He slipped a finger into her pussy. Her answer must have pleased him. She lowered her lashes, biting down hard on her tongue, trying not to moan with the delicious feeling of his finger inside of her.

“And was it worth getting your ass belted, too?” he asked while sliding a second digit into her.

“Hmmm.” She nodded.

“I see,” he said and pulled away from her. “How does someone who was sheltered as much as you were have so many dirty thoughts and fantasies?” He grabbed her ass.

She wasn’t sure how to answer that question. She hadn’t thought about it before.

He spread her ass cheeks wide, and she crawled a bit forward.

“No, you stay put,” he admonished. “This little pucker here—” He pressed a fingertip to the spot she hadn’t even touched. “I think after I’ve fucked your pussy, I’ll fuck this, too. And your mouth. I’ll use every hole your body has to offer. And you’ll become even more jealous at the thought of me touching another woman.”

She squeezed her eyes closed, promising her body anything it could possibly want if it would just stop responding to his crude words.

“You got wet while I was spanking Aubree.” He leaned forward and swiped his tongue over her asshole. She whined but didn’t move. That shouldn’t have felt as good as it did.

“You enjoyed hearing her little gasps, seeing the belt cross her ass. If you had seen how pretty her cheeks bounced, I think you would have touched yourself.”

She tried to block out his words, but he wouldn’t be ignored.

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