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“Cameron’s been so good to me—”
“Looks like the intelligent streak is over.”
I resisted the urge to glare at him. “You’re both so…” I searched for the words that would make my point and not get me fired.
His face darkened and he dropped his hands to his side. “I may well be the flame but Cameron’s the one who loves to watch you burn.”
Silence. The uncomfortable kind.
My gaze flittered to the crisscrossed board.
“You liked that?” he said.
No.
“Speak up.”
“No....well...yes. Kind of.”
Whoever had a session here could be interrupted by someone arriving in that lift, removing all hope of privacy. My mind searched for another distraction.
“Was it the board or Cameron or both that turned you on?” he said.
Breathing way too fast, I hoped he’d read from me what I dared not say.
He was mesmerizing.
Richard flipped me forward over the central table so fast he stole my breath away. My hands were out in front of me, trying to grip the wood, and yet all I grasped were chains. My vulnerable bottom jutted out. He held me there, still, unable to move. My skirt hiked up around my waist. He ripped off my thong.
My darkest fantasy with him was being realized...
“It’s best if you don’t resist.” His hand pressed down on my spine, forcing me to arch my back. “Don’t ever come down here again.” The strike of his hand came down hard on my buttocks. “Understand?”
“Yes.” I bit my hand to muffle my scream, fearing I’d alert Cameron and Scarlet and they’d return and see this.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Both hands on the table. Now!”
Another strike, only this one more vicious.
“Richard,” I begged, my thighs shaking.
“You do not speak.” He struck again. “Unless permitted.”
This was too much. The pain lasted seconds but the pleasure pulsed into my clit. Time itself seduced me, stealing my thoughts and owning my dignity. I gritted my teeth, a soft moan escaping.
“Shush,” soothed Richard, as his left hand slipped to my abdomen, lowering farther to cup between my thighs, his fingertips stroking along my cleft. “Well we know you like this, don’t we?”
Yes.
A spasm of pleasure made me gasp.
“This doesn’t lie, Mia. You’re wet,” he purred the words, his other hand bestowing a punishment of continued slaps I didn’t deserve.
“Oh, yes.” I pushed back into his hand, grinding against it.
