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“Eli!” Her voice was caught somewhere between alarm and rapture. It was a sound I’d have been happy to hear for the rest of time.

“Wrong answer.” My free hand crashed down on the top of her cheeks as all three digits on the other hand continued to stimulate her. Writhing between my palms and my thighs, she squealed as though she might never survive the sensory overload. “You know how to refer to me.”

“Sir!” She practically choked out the word, her hips rocking rhythmically to welcome my fingers. “Please!”

“Oh, you like that?”

Who was I kidding? Of course she fucking did.

The whimpering and writhing mess of a woman draped over me might have complained about her predicament, but it was obvious that if she’d ever been hornier, she couldn’t remember when.

“Oh, God, yes!” Her hips rolled back to receive more of my fingers. “Yes, please.”

Sniggering at her display, I reveled in the feel of her. The sensation of her delicious arousal sliding around my digits coupled with the sight of her punished flesh. She still had a number of strikes coming to her, but not until I’d taken her right to the very edge of heaven.

Heeding her cue for more, I pushed my thumb deeper into her ass, my erection rock hard as she groaned at the intrusion.

“This ass is begging to be filled.” My thumb stroked the same cadence as my fingers. “Isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir.” There was no hesitation from her that time, only the frantic sounds of a woman perilously close to the precipice.

Smiling at how quickly she’d morphed from complaint to capitulation, I pulled in a breath. Erin was a delight.

“Tell me,” I ordered. “Tell me you need me to fill your ass, little girl.”

“Yes.” Her head rose as far as her weary muscles would allow. “Yes, sir. Please fill my ass.”

Grinning at her inevitable surrender, I pumped my fingers faster, allowing her a little more of what she wanted before I called time on the proceedings. It was pleasing to know my little girl was enjoying my attention so much, but that didn’t change anything about why she was there, stretched over me with her leggings around her thighs.

I’d offered her pleasure, but not fulfilment. She needed to be punished for the way she’d spoken to me, and there was no way she was coming again until after I was satiated.

“Sir!” Her throaty gasps reminded me of the way she’d sounded in bed. “Yes!”

Withdrawing my hand in one smooth motion, I brought it crashing back down over her exposed bottom, leaving her wanting.

“Number four.” The impact reddened her defenseless backside. It was absolutely sublime. “You know what to do.”

“Wh-what the...?” She spun around as best she could, gawping at the abrupt change of pace. “I was so close, and you said I could have pleasure!”

“And you did.” My smile was no doubt knowing. “I recall what it’s like—to be desperate for release and yet ultimately be denied...” Pausing, I let that thought sink in. “Now, either thank me or we go to fifteen.”

“Okay, okay!” Slumping over me, she heaved in a frustrated sigh. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome, little girl.” I just finished the sentence before swat five landed. The resulting resonance was one of the most magnificent melodies I’ve ever heard. “You’re going to get everything that’s coming to you.”

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