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I wondered what Dylan’s hand would feel like spanking me. Would his touch be gentler than Devin’s, or would he be just as firm? Did hewantto spank me? Did he envy Devin even now? I imagined Dylan pulling me over his knee, his strong hands positioning me just so. The mental image made me squirm, a fresh wave of heat flooding my pussy.

Lost in the forbidden fantasy, I almost didn’t notice when Devin abruptly stopped spanking me.

Devin’s hand rested on my burning bottom, the heat from my punished flesh radiating against his palm. I lay draped over his lap, panting and dizzy from the overwhelming sensations. Theroom seemed to spin around me, my world narrowed to the point of contact between Devin’s hand and my sensitive skin.

“Greta,” Devin’s deep voice rumbled above me, “what do you think? Has our new girl earned herself a little reward?”

I held my breath, hardly daring to move. Reward? What could he possibly mean?

Greta’s crisp voice rang out from across the room. “I believe she has, dear. Andrea’s made good progress tonight. A small reward would reinforce the lesson, I think.”

CHAPTER 10

Andrea

Before I could process Greta’s words, I felt Devin’s hand slide from my bottom to the junction of my thighs. His thick fingers probed gently, finding me embarrassingly wet. I squirmed, torn between the urge to pull away and the traitorous desire to press back against his touch.

“My, my,” Devin murmured, his fingers exploring my slick folds. “Someone’s certainly excited. I think you’ll enjoy your reward, Andrea.”

Without warning, he began to stroke me in earnest. His callused fingertips found my clit, circling it with practiced ease. Jolts of pleasure shot through me, making me gasp and writhe on his lap.

I couldn’t believe how good it felt. The lingering sting of the spanking seemed to heighten every sensation, each touch sending sparks of electricity through my nervous system. My hips moved of their own accord, rocking against Devin’s hand in a primal rhythm.

“That’s it, honey,” Devin encouraged, his voice low and soothing. “Just let go and enjoy it. You’ve earned this.”

A small, defiant part of me wanted to resist, to pull away and deny the pleasure he was giving me. But a much larger part—a part that seemed to be growing with each passing second—reveled in the sensations.

I have no choice, I told myself, grasping desperately for some way to rationalize what was happening.This is just part of my punishment. I have to accept it.

To my mingled distress and wild joy, that thought only seemed to intensify the pleasure. The idea that I was helpless, that I had to submit to whatever Devin chose to do to me, sent a fresh surge of arousal through my body. My clit throbbed under his ministrations, my pussy clenching around nothing as waves of heat rolled through me.

As Devin’s fingers worked their magic, my mind began to wander. Without conscious thought, an image of Dylan rose in my mind’s eye. I pictured his handsome face, his kind hazel eyes darkened with desire. In my fantasy, it was Dylan’s hand between my legs, Dylan’s lap I was draped over.

The intensity of sensation built rapidly, a white-hot pressure coiling tighter and tighter in my lower belly. I’d felt something similar before, with Carlos. I’d even thought I’d had an orgasm. This felt different—deeper, more all-encompassing. My entire body tingled, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

“Oh god,” I gasped, my hips bucking against Devin’s hand. “Oh god, oh god…”

The fantasy of Dylan merged with the reality of Devin’s touch, creating a dizzying swirl of sensation. I was vaguely aware ofthe others watching, of Lila’s and Lydia’s muffled moans as they pleasured their suitors, but it all faded into the background as the pressure inside me built to an unbearable peak.

And then, like a dam bursting, it broke.

Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me, more intense than anything I’d ever experienced. My body convulsed, back arching as I cried out in helpless pleasure. Colors exploded behind my eyelids, my fingers and toes curling as the orgasm ripped through me.

It seemed to go on forever, each pulse of bliss followed by another, and another. I writhed on Devin’s lap, lost in a haze of sensation. Dimly, I realized I was babbling, a stream of “thank you, thank you, thank you” falling from my lips between gasping moans.

As the intensity began to ebb, I became aware of Devin’s hand moving from between my legs to my bottom. He rubbed gentle circles on my tender flesh, soothing the lingering sting of the spanking. His other hand stroked my back, the touch unexpectedly comforting.

“Such a good girl,” Devin murmured, his deep voice warm with approval. “You came so hard for me, Andrea. So beautifully submissive.”

I lay draped over his lap, boneless and panting. My mind felt fuzzy, struggling to process what had just happened. Had I really just had my first true orgasm, bent over this man’s knee with an audience watching? The thought should have mortified me, but in that moment, I felt only a deep sense of satisfaction and release.

As my breathing slowly returned to normal, I became aware of my surroundings once more. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and quiet moans. Lila and Lydia were still on their knees, their heads bobbing as they continued to pleasure Bill and Hank.

With a start, I realized the other associates had taken their cocks out as well. Travis, Ethan, and Dylan all had their erect members in hand, stroking themselves as they watched me. The sight sent a fresh jolt of arousal through me, even as part of me recoiled in shock.

Dylan’s eyes met mine, his gaze intense and hungry. I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, but I couldn’t deny the aftershock his expression caused between my thighs, or the way it made my hips buck over Devin’s knee, as if in search of more friction from his correcting hand.

That too-knowing hand, though, continued to rub soothing circles on my tender bottom as the whole-body quivering of my intense orgasm slowly faded. My mind felt hazy, overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions and sensations coursing through my body. The sting of the spanking mingled with the lingering pleasure, creating a mixture that continued to dizzy and disorient me.

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