Page 56 of Dance of Ruin

I smile.

Ilikethat broken, wrecked, whimpered sound.

I spank the other cheek, letting the sting blossom and her skin turn pink beneath my palm.

“Two.”

Her voice wavers.

I keep going. Spank after spank after spank, alternating sides. Letting my hand linger just a little longer after each strike. Watching her unconsciously wriggle and arch.

Squirming.

Like her body is fighting itself, trying not to come apart.

Andfuck me, is it mesmerizing.

I glance past her shoulder, looking at her cheek pressed flat to the desk, eyes squeezed shut.

Her mouth is open, her breathing ragged. And that bottom lip—bitten red and trembling.

That doesn’t look like a woman being punished to me.

That looks like a woman desperately trying not to come.

I growl low in my throat, bringing my hand down harder than before.

“Keep counting.”

“Nine,” she gasps with a hitching sound.

Without warning, I slide my hand between her thighs. I grin instantly when my hand cups her pussy.

She’s fuckingsoaked, her heat pulsing against my hand. I slowly run two fingers through her slippery wet lips, then pull them away and show her.

“Look,” I growl, holding them close to her. “Dripping,” I murmur. “And all over my desk, too.”

She keeps her eyes shut, and her face turns a deeper shade of red as a needy sound whines in her throat.

I lean in, my mouth near her ear.

“Tell me why that is, ballerina.”

She shakes her head.

I tsk. “No answer? Well, maybe you’d like to hearmytheory.”

I slide my fingers back between her thighs and slowly begin to rub her clit.

“Ithink you’re dripping all over this desk because youlikebeing punished.Used.”

She whimpers under my touch. My reply is to sink two fingers into her wet cunt. Naomi chokes on a moan, toes twisting against the floor as her hips writhe.

I curl my fingers just enough to make her gasp.

“I haven’t even fucked you yet, and your pussy’s already acting like it’smine.”

I lean in closer, letting my words sink into her skin.

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