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“Yes.And since she stayed still, no clit clamp.But you might want to wait.I plan to reposition her to give us better access to her sex.”

“Ah.I have to go deal with my letter, so I’ll do a bit now.”The speaker—an older man with salt and pepper hair and a stern expression—picked up a thin brush and dipped it into the white.

He braced the forearm of the non-paintbrush hand against her thigh and then spread her vulva.His finger pressed in hard against arousal-swollen flesh as he exposed her clit.

Exposure to the air had dried her body’s natural lubricant.The light trained on her pussy ensured he could see everything as the man brought the paint brush to her clit.

Joni shrieked at the intensity of the sensation.The thin, stiff bristles felt almost sharp, as if he were touching her with the tip of a knitting needle.

“Hold still.”Master Vo’s command was soft but resolute.

The brush worked the very tip of her clit, the paint allowing it to glide over her.He poked and teased her clit.Joni’s shoulders were tight, her fingers digging into her thighs.

“Look at me.”

Joni opened eyes she’d screwed shut in her efforts to remain still.The need to move was like a wild thing tearing through her, only Master Vo’s commands keeping her still.

Their gazes met, locked, and she whimpered as pleasure that was almost pain zinged from her clit down her legs to her toes.

“You’re beautiful,” Master Vo told her.“When you’re in pleasure.When you’re in pain.”He nodded his head towards the man with the paintbrush.

“Thank you, Master Vo.”

Finally the man added one last swirl around her clit—avoiding the tip, so this time it was unequivocally pleasure.Still holding Master Vo’s gaze, Joni moaned.

“Well done.”The Dom set down the paintbrush, his words washing over her.That praise was nice, but it was nothing compared to what she felt when Master Vo gently took her wrist, lifting her hand and examining the crescent nail dents she’d made her in thigh while murmuring.“Beautifully done.I’m pleased with you.”

If any other man had said that to her—even another Dom—Joni would have laughed.But right now, pleasing Master Vo was fantastically important to her.Her submission pressed on her like a comforting weighted blanket.There was no room in her mind or soul for anything but this.She existed in the moment, one step removed from the ceaseless flow of time.

He gripped one ankle, raising her foot and bracing it against his forearm.“Now let's get you into the next position, so people have better access to paint this pretty pussy.”

Chapter16

Laney and Peter

“Wouldmy naughty girl like her pussy played with?”

Laney’s brain short circuited as Peter’s words ignited an explosion of arousal.It wasn’t just what he said, but how he said it—low voice laced with just a hint of amusement.But not amusement at her.Usually any kind of laughter in a scene had her dying inside because it felt like they were laughing at her.

But she didn’t feel that from Peter.

“Yes, Sir,” she chirped, grinding against his hand.

She regretted it the instant she did it, sure he’d stop touching her sex as punishment for moving.For trying to take rather than waiting for him to give.

Instead he stroked her clit.Liquid pleasure slid through her, the heat from her ass magnifying the sensation.The sharp sting of the spanking was gone, leaving only the deep heat.

“Your pussy is hot,” he murmured.“And very wet.”

“I’m…” Laney swallowed.

“Yes?”

“I don’t know how to finish that sentence,” she said in a rush, her thoughts forming only to break apart as his fingers continued making slow circles around her swollen, slick clit.

“Why?”

“Well, I was going to say ‘I’m sorry’ because it seems like I should apologize, but then again, why should I apologize?”

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