Page 55 of Serving the CEO

She nodded, a dazed expression on her face.

“Let’s get you naked and fix those restraints.” I helped her to her feet. “We’re just getting started.”

TWENTY-ONE

JESSICA

My jaw achedin a new way and my lips felt swollen but there was a strange sense of pride too. I’d given oral sex before, but this had been something different, even without my hands being cuffed behind my back. Derrick had taken control, but I’d always known that I could take it back, that he would stop if I needed him to. And I’d made him come. This wealthy, powerful man.

As he helped me to my feet, I suddenly realized that my barely-there panties were soaked.

“Why are you blushing?” Derrick asked as he slipped his fingers beneath the straps of my dress.

I shook my head, unable to meet his eyes.

“Jessica.” His voice was sharp. “Answer me. Why are you blushing?”

I wanted to refuse him, tell him it wasn’t any of his business, but even I knew that a sub was supposed to do what the Dom said. It wasn’t as if he’d asked me to do something awful.

“I’m wet.” The words were barely above a whisper.

“Say that again,” he demanded. “And remember what you’re supposed to call me.”

I swallowed hard. “I’m wet, Sir.”

“Me fucking your mouth turned you on that much?” He slipped the straps of my dress over my shoulders and the cool fabric dropped to the floor. “Shit, Jess. You’re perfect.”

I looked up, watching as he took a step back to get a better look at me. My tiny panties barely covered anything and, aside from my heels, they were the only thing I wore. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, not really comfortable in my near-nudity, but Derrick didn’t seem phased by the fact that he was completely naked so I tried to emulate him.

“Turn around.”

I did as he said, waiting for him to strip off that last bit of my clothing, but instead, he ordered me to kneel on the bed. Once I did, he came up behind me and pressed his hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me down onto the bed. With my arms behind my back, I had to turn my head and rest my weight on my shoulders and the top part of my chest.

“You have beautiful skin,” Derrick said. “And I’ve been imagining what it would look like with my handprint on it.”

That was all the warning I had before his hand came down on my ass with a loud crack. I jerked, gasping more at the shock than at the pain. It stung, then turned into a light burning sensation. I’d only just had time to process before Derrick smacked the other cheek.

“I want you to count,” he said. When I didn’t respond, he reached under me and pinched my nipple.

I yelped, then realized what he was waiting for. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

The next hit was harder than the first ones had been, making me catch my breath before I managed to say, “One.”

He never came down in the exact same spot twice, the heat spreading across my skin…and then to some place new. Each blow made my pussy throb in a way that I didn’t quite understand. I’d known that there were people who enjoyed being spanked, but I’d never really thought about it being sexually appealing. Now, my body was telling me that it liked this bite of pain.

“Eight.”

I braced myself for another blow, but it didn’t come. Instead, I felt fingers dip beneath my panties and caress my sensitive skin before he tugged the last garment off and tossed it aside. As I resettled onto the bed, a single digit slipped between my folds. I shivered, then moaned when he slid that finger inside me.

“Did you enjoy being spanked?” Derrick asked. “Tell me, baby. Did you like it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Thank you for telling the truth.”

I should have been embarrassed by the confession, but instead, I basked in the praise and focused just on what was happening here.

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