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“Ryan I’m sorry. I didn’t know you would be upset. That you’d be this upset, I mean. I have no excuse, but we kind of stopped talking when I got here, and it didn’t really come up…” She trails off running a hand through her hair and licking her lips.
When I still say nothing, she continues. “I’m not proud of lying. I was…desperate. It was last minute, and I thought the only way to get you to marry me was a reason as compelling as that.”
I watch her for a beat, then calmly move my desktop monitor further down the desk to make more space. “It’s not the only time you’ve lied to me, is it?”
“What?” Her brows knit in confusion.
“You still haven’t told me the truth behind your desperation to marry me. You’re going to tell me tonight, but first, take off your clothes.”
“What?” She gasps.
“You heard me.”
I continue to stare at her, watching as her breath catches, and her face flushes because of how much being ordered turns her on. Her hard nipples are visible through the thin material of her top. She grasps the hem and slowly peels it off. She drags down her shorts and panties and steps out of them. Naked, she lifts her gaze to mine. Full of defiance, lust and something else. Trust. And a plea. I’m not sure what for.
I let myself drink her in. From her silvery blonde hair, her high cheekbones and full lips. To her pert breasts topped with prominent nipples, and the tiny waist that flares into generous hips. If I were prone to waxing poetic, I would write an ode to her almost otherworldly beauty. But I’m not. I’d rather make her feel.
I push myself away from my desk and undo my belt, pulling it out in one long strip and tossing it on the desk. She flinches at the jarring sound the buckle makes on connecting with the wood and stares at the belt like it might be a snake.
“Eyes on me Stella.”
Her eyes snap to mine as I take my shirt off. She watches me, pulling her lower lip in between her teeth. When I undo my fly, she starts to rub her thighs together, cupping her breast in her hand and pulling hard on her own nipple as if trying to relieve the ache between her legs.
I take the hand she’s worrying her breast with and lead her to the desk. She comes willingly, shaking with desire. The way she stares at the belt on the desk tells me she knows what’s coming. With my hand at her nape, I bend her over for the second time tonight. She keeps looking at the belt but doesn’t say anything.
“Only my hands will touch your ass tonight, Stella, no matter how much you want that.” I swipe the belt to the floor.
I run my fingertips over her butterfly tattoo which stretches from her shoulder blades to her waist. She shivers at the first touch. I continue trailing my hands over the delectable curve of her ass and right into her drenched folds.
She cants her hips higher in a silent plea for more.
“You don’t lie to me. Ever again, do you understand?”
She stays silent, no doubt loving and hating my hard, authoritative tone.
I draw back my hand and give her a hard smack on her ass.
She jerks and gasps. “Ryan!”
I deliver another smack. “Do you understand?”
“Yes!” She yells.
I slap ass her over and over again, on the same spot until she’s crying out and mumbling something.
“Use your words, Stella.”
“Harder. Please.”
My erection swells and twitches against the too-tight team of my jeans. I unzip my fly and release both cock and balls so I can focus back on Stella.
“You said what?”
She grits her teeth as if mortified. I knead her smarting, red ass cheek until she can’t take the aching pleasure and pain.
“Spank me harder. Right where you’re touching.”
“Why?”
