Page 59 of His Dark Pact

“I was talking, sir.” She braced as the third swat struck, steeling herself for the sting and the subsequent heat that emanated from the impact.

“Correct.” He rubbed the orbs of her ass roughly. “You complained when you’d been left to work, then talked again when I’d explicitly asked you for quiet.”

She squeezed her eyes closed as the fourth strike landed. “I’m sorry, sir.” She no longer knew if she was genuinely apologetic or just telling him what he wanted to hear. She couldn’t even decide if it mattered.

“Thank you.” He smacked the side of her right cheek as he bent over her and brushed a kiss over her shoulder. Her lips parted as a succession of short, sharp swats landed in the same area.

“Oww!”

There was no choice but to release some of the tension that had built inside her. She couldn’t say she liked the spanking, but Kyle had a way of turning the intolerable into an enthralling adventure, and as he rose to his original place, she was dimly aware that the ‘ordeal’ might be over far too soon.

“One more spank, little girl.” He caressed the place he’d punished.

“Yes.” What was that in her voice? Sorrow at the end of the onslaught?

“You’ve done well.”

“Thank you, sir.” She nibbled her lip as she basked in his admiration.

“I want you to beg for this final one.” His hand shifted to the middle of her ass, lowering past her cheeks to the place she really craved his attention. “Beg well, and I’ll make sure you reach the stars again later today...afteryour duties.”

Was he promising her an orgasm if she pleaded nicely? Christ, this guy was too much!

“You want that, don’t you?” His roaming fingers had already established that for themselves, and as he dipped one digit into her pussy, she whimpered with yearning.

“Oh, yes!” She wanted it now, needed to splinter right then and there over his fucking expensive sofa.

“Then beg.” He plunged the finger deeper, curling it gently to elicit another rasped moan.

“Please.” It didn’t matter that she’d sworn she’d never beg the man for a damn thing. At that moment, all she cared about was the looming pleasure and affording herself as much of it as she could. “Please, sir. Please spank me again.”

She needed it. She might even have deserved it, but as the weight of his palm came crashing down over her prone ass, she only knew one thing.

She never wanted it to end.

Chapter Nineteen

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