Page 32 of Such a Good Girl

“Harder?” he inquired.

I nodded, unable to speak. The sting was still sharp, but somehow sent little shocks of pleasure right to my brain.

He hit me again, the tips of the straps biting hard this time. I gasped again, my eyes widening at the sensation spreading through my entire body.

Heat and pain seemed to mix with a primal pleasure that tapped into the core of my body. My clit throbbed with desire, and I wanted more.

“Pleasure, Little Rose?” he asked behind me, bending down to nip at my neck. “Or pain?”

“Yes,” I answered. “I love it. More, please?” I looked over my shoulder at him, surprised at the darkness I saw in his eyes. I was surprised at the dark feelings rushing through my own body that seemed to be reflected in them.

“I can give you more,” he growled, pulling his hand back. This time I watched his hand cut through the air. The blow landed hard on my ass, and a distinct wave of the most sensual pleasure washed across his face.

I understood now. At least a little. I felt it, too. That moment of letting the pure, unadulterated pain wash through my veins. It hurt, but it was absolutely freeing at the same time.

He hit me again and again, and I let my head fall, absorbing each blow with increasing pleasure. The pain subsided completely into heat on my skin. Ten blows later, I was writhing below him, lost in the intense sexuality of the encounter as an orgasm raced through my body like a wildfire. He’d only touched my pussy once, in the beginning, and yet I was quivering and shaking and soaked just from the spanking.

I’d come harder from that than I did with my own vibrator.What the fuck had just happened?

“God, Rosie, you’re so fucking sexy. You really liked that, didn’t you?”

I gasped, looking back at him again, and saw he gripped his cock through his pants.

If I didn’t take this in another direction, I knew he’d take it out and slam it into me. Not that I wasn’t down for that, but I needed to slow things down and keep his interest for a little while longer if I was going to get anywhere with him.

I stood up, shaking my head and smiling widely at him through my surprise.

“Yes, I fucking loved it, obviously. Thank you. I’ve never had that done quite like that before.”

“That was just the beginning. There’s more, if you’re interested.”

“Oh,” I nodded, enthusiastically. “I’m interested.”

“Good.” His eyes raked over me as he continued to stroke his cock. I could see the size and shape of it through his pants now, and it took everything I had not to drop to my knees and worship it. “Because I’m just getting started, Little Rose.”

“I hope so,” I whispered, biting my bottom lip and staring up at him.

“So fucking hot, my god,” he muttered, kissing me hotly again.

I kissed him back, willingly, losing myself in the slickness of his mouth against mine, the feel of his body pressing against me, his cock throbbing and twitching.

It took every ounce of strength I had to pull away.

“So? Can I see the secret club now?”

He laughed, and shook his head. “I’ll think about it, Little Rose. Get yourself cleaned up and meet me back in my office in ten minutes.”

He left me there without another word. I stayed there, stunned at my own body’s reaction, and wondered just what else I may find pleasurable with West.

After straightening my clothes, I walked into his office ten minutes later to see him spreading a pile of papers out on his desk.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Ironclad NDAs.”

“Oh? For me?”

“Close the door,” he said. I did so and sat down in front of his desk. He looked at me, all traces of the earlier lust on his face gone and replaced with nothing but serious professionalism. “I’m giving you a job in our other club.”

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