Page 26 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

“Sorry, sir.” My fingers splayed over the marble floor as the blood rushed to my head, making it difficult to think.

His touch gentled as he traced the seam of my ass, pressing his fingers against the wet silk of my panties. I moaned, surprised by how turned on this was making me.

“Repeat after me, leadership and organizational behavior require a high emotional intelligence and an appreciation for team dynamics.”

I seriously should have had him take that final for me. “Leadership behavior requires a high emotional intelligence and team dynamics—Ah!”

“You missed some words.”

“My ass is on fire—Ah!Damn it, Hale!”

“I warned you not to cut corners. Andonce again, it’s Mr. Davenport. Now, do I need to teach you what happens to naughty girls with filthy mouths?”

That sounded fun. More fun than spanking. “Maybe.”

His nails scraped down my heated flesh, and my ass cheeks reflexively clenched. “I think you’re too eager.” He wrenched my panties aside and dragged his fingertips through my wet folds. “Look at what a dirty girl you are.” His fingers sank inside of me. “I think you like being disciplined.”

Well, I certainly didn’t like The Principles of Operational Management. Obviously some part of me enjoyed what he was doing, but I wasn’t really sure why. “I like what you’re doing now, Mr. Davenport.”

He stilled. “Do you?”

“Yes.”

“And now?” He pressed deeper, and I moaned.

“Yes, sir.”

My head shot up when he spread my cheeks wide and pressed his thumb against my little rosebud, his fingers still buried inside of me. “And now?”

My breath quickened.My arms were getting tired from holding my weight and things were intensifying quickly.

“Tell me whose ass this is, Rayne.”

“It’s yours—sir.”

“Good girl. Back down you go.” He pressed a hand between my shoulders directing me back into position.

I forced my body to relax and let my head hang low, only I lurched forward when he applied pressure and breached my tight hole.

“So tight. So obedient.” He stroked my back affectionately. “Look how good you behave for me.” His grip tightened on my ass cheek as he slowly stroked his fingers in and out. “Such a beautiful view from my angle.”

My eyes flashed open at the recognizable shutter sound of his phone taking a picture. “Hale!”

“Quiet please.” He pumped his fingers faster. The press of his erection became more pronounced, and my legs trembled as I tried to stifle my moans. “I bet you want to say something indecent, don’t you Rayne?”

My body rocked with the pressure of his thrusting hand. The wet sound of his finger sliding in and out of my body played like a filthy symphony and I whimpered, trying tokeep quiet. Typically, Hale loved it when I made noise. In a way, he’d conditioned me to be loud during sex because it added to his pleasure, but now he was turning things around and I was going to burst if I didn’t scream soon.

“Your pussy’s so wet, and your ass is so tight. I can’t wait to stuff my cock inside of you. Which hole will it be, Rayne? Here or your ass? Or maybe that dirty mouth of yours?”

I couldn’t keep quiet. “Fuck!”

A slap landed on my ass and I lunged forward, the searing sting only adding to my pleasure.

“Hale!” I winced. “I mean Mr. Davenport!”

“Mr. Davenport, what?”

His fingers pounded harder. I was going to come, but there was no way I could stay silent through the orgasm he was building. “I’m sorry, Mr. Davenport!”

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