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Matti unbuckles his belt, stepping in closer to me, and unzips his jeans just enough to pull out his cock. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Siena. With this?” He strokes his cock.

Fuck, it is so big. I can’t believe I can take all that when my fingers felt like borderline too much.

He pushes himself against me, pressing me up against the glass, and shoves his tongue into my mouth, tongue fucking me so hard he takes my breath away. “Or this?”

He slips his hand down my now slick skin and pushes two fingers inside me. I gasp. “Or these?”

Pulling his fingers out of me, he grinds his cock against me, bending his knees to slide it between the tops of my thighs, coating it with my cum. He knows the answer, and oh my fucking God, his thick cock sliding back and forth against my sensitive skin, rubbing against my clit, almost has me coming again.

“I want your cock.” I lick my lips, my chest heaving. “Please. Sir.”

But he smirks at me.

“I think you owe me something first.” Stepping back, he yanks his belt out of his belt loops with a whirring sound thathas me weak in the knees.

Oh, shit. That’s right…

I bite my bottom lip, widening my eyes at him, and he chuckles softly, slipping his arm around my waist and guiding me over to the table.

He whispers, “Don’t worry, kitten. You can stop anytime if it’s too much.”

Too much? Any fear I had falls away at the challenge, immediately replaced with resolve.

“We’ll see about that,” I mutter.

Loosening myself from his grasp, I walk ahead of him to the table and push his laptop with the flash drive out of the way. There is a small collection of bottles and rubber toys that Matti must have brought back in with him, because they definitely weren’t there before; I shove those out of the way as well.

The table is slightly lower than my hips, so when I bend over it, my ass is up a little higher than my back. Pressing my chest into the cool concrete tabletop, I turn my head to see him still standing where I left him, watching me with a hint of amusement. “How many do I owe you… sir?”

His eyes glaze over, and a feral growl reverberates from his chest as he strokes his cock slowly. “We’ll call it six.”

Stepping up behind me, he rubs his palm over my ass, and chills run up my spine. My pussy is so wet that half of me hopes he’ll just push inside me and fuck me. I want him so badly, my pussy is practically pulsing. He grips my ass and growls, “Fucking love your ass, kitten.”

I sigh contentedly and rise up on my tiptoes, shaking my ass slightly back and forth, and he chuckles. “Oh, you’re ready, aren’t you? Okay. First one.”

I feel him move to the side of me and before I realize what’s happening, the first crack of the belt hits my ass, sending a sting of electric pain through me. Sucking in my breath, I wait for the warmth to spread in its wake, and I’m not disappointed.

“Siena…” Matti’s voice holds a warning.

“Thank you,” I say as strongly as I can, hoping to impress him with how well I can take his punishment.

His voice softens. “That’s my good girl.”

The belt whips through the air and the snap of the leather against my skin reverberates through the penthouse. I bite my lip and then let it go, exhaling, “Thank you, sir.”

Before I can brace myself, a third slice of the belt hits my ass, and I yelp as it lands where the first strike did. Moments pass as I pant, and Matti waits for me. When I don’t say anything, he gently drops wet kisses on my ass where the belt made contact, using his tongue, and massages my thighs with his strong hands.

Melting beneath his touch, I whisper, “Thank you, sir.”

I don’t know if I can take another one in the spots where I’ve already been spanked, but it’s as if Matti can read my thoughts. He drags the side of his hand across the top of my ass, a space that has not yet been touched by the belt.

“Relax, kitten. The next one will land here,” he says, and I nod.

Seconds later, the searing heat of the belt hits exactly where his hand was, and I moan, “Thank you.”

Walking around to the side of the table, he taps my fingers. “Let go, Siena.”

I didn’t realize that I was gripping the edge of the table as hard as I was. When I let go, the tension drains from everymuscle in my upper body, as I wait for the last two lashes.

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