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Never in his life had he failed to give a submissive what they needed after a scene. He enjoyed making a naughty girl wait for her pleasure, but this wasn’t the same. If she’d been his babygirl, he would have happily teased her, drawing out her punishment until she was a whining, whimpering mess. And while part of him longed to do exactly that, Charlotte wasn’t his. Keeping on her edge the rest of the evening would just distract her from her work, and it wouldn’t be fair to her.
Better to give her a quick orgasm so she could focus on her training. Even as he made the decision, a part of him recognized it as the weak rationalization it was for him to finally get his hands on her. But God help him, he couldn’t find the strength to care.
“Do you want me to make you come, Charlotte?”
“Yes, Sir. Please.” Her response was as immediate as it was eager, which helped to ease some of the guilt gnawing at his stomach.
“Back over my knee then, little one.”
“No! I don’t want another spanking!”
It was adorable that she thought he wouldn’t simply flip her over if he felt she needed her bottom warmed again. “You’re not getting another spanking, Charlotte. I’m going to help you feel better.”
“Oh.” Perfect white teeth nibbled at her bottom lip, making her look impossibly young and adding more weight to the lead ball of guilt in his gut. “You promise you’re not going to spank me again?”
“Just trust me, little one.”
Everything about her seemed to light up from within. “I do.”
“Then get back over my knee, before I decide you do need another spanking for not doing as you’re told.”
That got her moving. With a shocked little squeak, she hurried to drape herself back across his lap, her pink bottom propped up over one thigh.
This is just a scene. It doesn’t mean anything. “Can I pull your pretty panties down, Charlotte?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She helpfully raised her hips so he could peel the barely-there thong down and off her long legs. When she was completely bared to him, he indulged himself for just a moment, stroking his hand over the warm flesh of her well-spanked ass. Lower and lower until the tips of his fingers brushed against her equally bare pussy.
Her bare, absolutely soaked pussy.
He was so fucked.
Gritting his teeth against his own painful arousal, he slid a finger inside her. And although he knew enough about human anatomy to know her virginity didn’t actually make her any tighter, it certainly seemed as though she was impossibly tight around his finger as he slowly pumped it in and out of her pussy, a pale mimicry of the act he truly wished to be committing with her.
“Oh!” Charlotte’s startled gasp had his lips curving up in a smile as she lifted her hips again, this time to press herself more firmly against his hand. “That feels… amazing.”
“Has nobody ever touched you here before, Charlotte?” He had no right to ask, but once again his blasted curiosity was getting the better of him.
“Not like this, Sir,” she admitted in a breathless whisper.
“Has any man ever made you come, little one?”
“No, Sir. Never.”
“Then I’ll happily be your first.” And your only.
Shaking off the swell of possessive need, he focused on pleasuring her, the way she should have experienced long before she’d ended up over his knee. With every stroke of his finger, he discovered something new about her. What she liked, what she didn’t. What made her sigh with pleasure, and what made her cry out with need.
“That’s a good girl,” he crooned when her pussy tightened even further around his finger. “Are you going to come for me, Charlotte?”
“Y-yes, Sir!”
“Come, little one. Let me feel that sweet virgin pussy squeezing my fingers.”
“Oh, god. Oh, god. Mr. Elliott!”
Bucking over his lap, she came with a loud cry, her pussy spasming around his fingers just as he’d demanded. “Good girl,” he rasped out, his voice tight with desire as he continued stroking her, drawing every ounce of pleasure from her body until she collapsed over his lap, sweat beading on her brow and a dreamy smile curving her lips.
