Page 43 of The Assignment: Room 3

“Of course it matters. I know you live somewhere fancy close by. There is zero reason for you to come with me.”

He reaches over, grabbing my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. I can’t breathe when he’s near. He’s an imposing figure, and it’s only magnified in this confined space.

“Don’t argue with me, pet, or I’ll put you over my knee right now and let my driver listen to you take your punishment like the good little slut you are.”

I gasp, considering if I should continue to argue.

“I’m not your submissive, Flex.”

He leans in, brushing his lips against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “But youwillbe my whore. Isn’t that right, pet?” He darts his tongue out, making me squirm in my seat.

“I…” A moan escapes me as my resolve crumbles.

He slides his hand up under my dress, slipping my panties to the side before teasing my clit. “Oh, you like the idea of being punished right here, right now. You’re fucking soaked.”

He continues his ministrations, pulling back just enough to ask permission with a single look.

“Flex…” I’m already panting like a dog in heat.

He leaves me wanting more, then his palm connects with my pussy in a sharp slap. “You want to be put over my knee, don’t you?”

“Yes.” The word leaves my lips before I have a chance to think.

In one swift movement, he hauls me across his lap, shoving my dress up to my waist. “Be a good girl and tell the driver where we’re going.”

I do as he asks, my words strangled as he slaps my pussy once more.

“Good girl. Now, how many times will it take to make you come just by slapping your perfect little cunt?”

When I don’t answer, he slaps me harder, and I’m so turned on it’s embarrassing.

“How many, pet?”

“I don’t know.” Another slap. “I don’t know, Master Navarro.”

“Then I guess we’ll just need to find out.”

I’m already so close to climax, sitting in traffic as the sidewalks bustle with people. The windows are blacked out, but I don’t think I’d care if every passerby could see my pussy on display. His hands feel too damn good.

“Before tonight, when was the last time you were punished?”

“A while.”

Slap!

Holy Mother of God, I’m so close.

“How long?”

“Five months, Master Navarro.”

“Jesus.” Without another word, he thrusts two fingers inside me, his other hand coming down on my already tender ass. It’s resplendent. As my muscles tighten, he picks up the pace, creating a punishing rhythm, each slap timed to perfection as he adds a third finger. “That’s it, pet. Let me hear you.”

“Yes… Master Navarro… please don’t stop.”

“Be specific, pet. What don’t you want me to stop? Your punishment or your pleasure?”

“Both.” It’s a breathy whisper.

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