Page 153 of The Owner's Temptation

I obey.

His hand moves to the small of my back, pressing me gently downward until I’m arched just right, my pussy nestled against the rough fabric of his pants.

Then his fingers slide between my legs, spreading my wetness, teasing my entrance. He doesn’t push in—not yet—but it’s enough to make me gasp.

“You’re going to remember this every time you sit down tomorrow,” he murmurs, voice thick with promise. “You want to act like a brat? Then you get treated like one.”

He pauses.

“I’m going to love seeing my handprint on this ass.”

The first smack lands across my right cheek—sharp, loud, expected. My whole body tenses in response.

“Relax, baby,” he purrs, fingers sliding back up my cunt, slow and deliberate.

The relief is immediate. My breath shudders. The sting fades into heat, into arousal, intoneed.

Then the second smack.

I jolt again—but it’s different this time.

His fingers dip lower, circling my entrance before pushing in.

I moan, collapsing slightly forward, my forehead brushing the table.

He keeps the rhythm—punishing spanks followed by soothing fingers, teasing and working me open. One moment pain, the next pleasure, the next both blending into one spiraling sensation that has me humping his lap, my clit grinding against the roughness of his pants.

The sound of my wetness as he fingers me fills the room—filthy, raw,real.

My body clenches. My breath comes in gasps. My arms tremble with the effort of holding myself up.

Each time his palm lands on my ass, his fingers sink deeper. Twisting. Curling.

“Such a filthy little thing,” he growls. “But you’re being good now, aren’t you.”

“Yes—yes, sir,” I choke out, my voice barely audible.

“That’s right,” he murmurs, thrusting his fingers harder, deeper. “Be my good girl now. Take it. Come for me.”

My orgasm obeys him with no warning, no mercy. I cry out, loud and broken, clenching around his fingers, trembling as my body bucks and arches, lost in the overwhelming surge of sensation.

Lucian holds me through it, his free arm wrapped tight around my middle, his mouth at my ear.

“That’s it, angel,” he whispers. “Just like that. So fucking good for me.”

And I believe him.

Because in this moment, I am nothing else.

Only his.

I'm still straddling him, still facing away—my chest heaving, my thighs trembling—when Lucian shifts beneath me.

His hand grips my waist, steadying me. I feel him fisting his cock again, the thick head sliding against my soaked entrance.

My breath catches at the sensation, the tease of it, howreadyhe still is despite already having come once inside me.

He groans low behind me.

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