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Her bottom cheeks tried to clench, although it wasn’t really effective with her knees spread. “P-please, Daddy. I don’t need anymore s-spankings. Honestly, I don’t,” she assured him. Her voice was watery and punctuated with sniffles as she tried to keep her nose from dripping onto the blankets.

“And who decides how many spankings you need, Maya Aditi?”

When he used her middle name, she knew it was pointless to keep arguing. She didn’t even need to look back to know one of his eyebrows would be high on his forehead. His mouth was likely just a thin pressed line to match. Rick had probably reached his limit for annoyance, which was understandable, all things considered.

She let out a long woe-filled sigh. “You do, Daddy.”

“That’s right. So, why don’t you count these for me. I want to make sure I get the number right. You can start us off when you’re ready.”

That was an extra bit of punishment. He knew she hated counting, but she didn’t argue. “One…”

The strap flew across the very base of her cheeks as soon as the number left her mouth. If she could have sucked it back into her lungs with the sharply inhaled gasp, it would have been gone in an instant. Counting, knowing that she was calling the next strike down across her sore throbbing bottom, was pure misery.

But she had to do it, and honestly, she couldn’t drag things out any longer. Rick’s mood wasn’t getting better, and she was ready for it all to be over. The faster she counted the sooner it would be done, and maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much if there wasn’t time between each for the pain to blossom and grow.

She forced herself to blurt the next number as soon as the stroke landed. It helped to imagine that the force of the leather crashing down across her seat was pushing the word out of her mouth. That worked well enough until he moved down to her thighs.

The brilliant, searing pain of her tender thighs being slapped by the sturdy leather strap took the breath from her, so of course, counting was impossible. Rick was kind enough to give her a full minute to calm herself before he reminded her.

“Come on, Maya. We’re almost done. You don’t want to earn any extras, do you?” His voice was soothing, encouraging rather than strict. It helped and she pulled it together, holding on a little longer.

The end had been closer than she expected. With hiccupping sobs punctuating every number, she managed to count out another five, before he decided she’d had enough. “That’s my girl. It’s all over now.”

He caressed her sore bottom with his palm, soothing away just enough of the burn so that she could catch her breath. She leaned into the gentle touch with a soft sigh of gratitude.

CHAPTER 7

Rick didn’t like to combine punishment and pleasure. It sent mixed messages and with a Middle like Maya, it tended to encourage bad behavior. But he was beginning to think he’d been a bit harsh with her. All things considered… her mistake hadn’t beenthategregious.

She had a giving and open heart, and everything had happened because of that. Truthfully, he felt more embarrassed than annoyed, and she hadn’t been the real culprit in that. But Lisa wasn’t his to punish, so he’d come down harder on Maya as a result. But now, he was having second thoughts.

He worked his hand down, massaging and scratching his nails over the enflamed skin, until finally he let it slip between her thighs, cupping her pussy. It took her by surprise, and she tensed as he pushed one finger between her lower lips and stroked up to find her clit.

Maya let out a low moan. “I thought… I thought you weren’t…” She trailed off, probably unwilling to remind him in case he’d forgotten.

“Hmm, I might reconsider that. You took your punishment like a good girl,mostly. And… itisValentine’s Dayanda specialanniversary.” He sounded thoughtful, as if he was still deciding, but his fingers continued to touch and tease.

The punishment hadn’t quite killed her excitement. Instead it had banked it, like coals in a fire, and now Rick’s hand was bringing a different kind of heat to her body. He felt the slippery wetness of her arousal, as her body began to move, following the rhythm he set.

Moans trickled from her. Little gasps and whines followed, blending together like a symphony designed to pull him right to the edge. His excitement had vanished from the shock of being spied on, and having to deal with their errant guest, but it had made a comeback while he was punishing Maya.

Her beautiful ass and the way she writhed under the leather always did that to him. He’d been more than half erect when he threw the strap aside, but now, from just a couple minutes of touching and stroking her, his cock was jerking and rubbing against the crotch of his trousers, demanding access to her body.

He stopped long enough to strip, for the second time that night. He hated the delay, brief as it was, because it meant he had to take his hands off her. Once his clothes were out of the way, he gripped her by the hips and pulled her back, positioning her perfectly to receive his cock. He slid the tip up and down between her slick folds a few times, and then the tight heat of her entrance took him eagerly.

Drawing things out… wasn’t a possibility.

Maya might have had the edges smoothed by her earlier orgasms, but he hadn’t had anything to easehishunger for her. He’d been cut off abruptly, and now all that suppressed arousal was back like it had never been gone. His balls ached as they drew up tight against his body.

His cock was painfully hard, and he could feel the need in every limb, not just the one he was currently working into her body. He tried to hold back, to make sure she was far enoughalong to come with him, but it was too much. Her loud cries, the way she pushed back to take him deeper—it was all driving him nuts.

He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and held her in place as he thrust home in one hard stroke. With a growl he pulled all the way back and then slammed home again—and again. He fucked her without mercy, though judging by the noise she was making, mercy was the last thing she wanted from him anyway.

Her movements were just as raw and frantic as his own and it seemed like almost no time at all before he felt things pulling tight and coiling down low. Between one stroke and the next the pleasure peaked, crashing over him with so much force that he saw brilliant spots in front of his eyes.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears, as he struggled to continue just a little longer, just a few more thrusts while he still could. He managed to snap his hips a few more times, but then he was done.

His cock, still hard but twitching from over-stimulation, slipped from her and a shudder ran down his back, making him jerk painfully. After the long day of work, the date night, the sex, then the punishment, followed bymoresex… Rick was absolutely done. He wanted nothing more than to collapse in bed.

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