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A few more seconds passed. I watched his shoulders rise and fall gently with his breaths. Then he pushed his pants and boxer briefs down his legs. A man with less control than me would’ve groaned at the sight. I wanted to bury my face against his ass, to lick, to savor, but there would be time for that later.
Slowly, he reached out his arms and grasped the edge of the desk.
“That’s good, Peter. See how easy it is to obey?”
A small sound escaped him, and it made me long to hear more. But not here. Carla and anyone else who’d witnessed him being sent to my office would know I intended to punish him, but his cries were for me, not them.
“You’re going to have to keep quiet. Can you do that?”
“I don’t know.”
He was so honest. Was he as innocent as he seemed? If so, he absolutely needed my protection.
“Try your best. I’ll gag you if I have to.”
“I—”
I cracked my hand against his ass. He jumped, but he didn’t cry out.
I didn’t give him time to think before I spanked him again and then kept going. He whined and whimpered and dropped down to his elbows on the desk. His ass was even more gorgeous with my handprint across it, and my cock was begging to be freed. Just thinking of the way Peter would react to me pushing into him, fucking him deep, was making me crazy.
I slapped the reddest part of his ass harder than I had before. This time, he yelped. I clamped a hand over his mouth. “I need you quiet.”
I used my other hand to give him several blows in rapid succession. He tried to pull away from me, so I let go of his mouth and pushed him down flat against my desk, not caring when papers went flying. “I’m not finished yet.”
“Please. It hurts, please.”
“I want it to hurt. I want you to remember how this feels any time you think about disobeying my orders. Do you understand?”
He whimpered. “I expect an answer.”
“Yes, sir.” He exhaled, and I felt him relax against the desk. I’d been right. Control was exactly what he needed.
5
Peter
My ass was on fire. It hurt like hell, but it wasn’t like any pain I’d felt before. It heated me up, electrified me, and made me so hard I was afraid I was going to come as his hand came down on my ass again and again. I wanted to make it stop, but I also wanted to beg him to keep going. What was wrong with me? I should’ve been angry, scared, and humiliated by what he was doing to me, but I fucking loved it.
I struggled to breathe through my nose as his hand clamped hard against my mouth. I’d tried to be quiet, but how could I when he sent pain singing through me as he made me hurt, made me want.
I felt near my breaking point, ready to cry or scream or fight as a riot of emotions and confusion churned inside me. Then he hit me so hard pain blazed through my whole body. I struggled, suddenly desperate to get away. He shoved me down over the desk. I protested, but he wouldn’t relent. He demanded my surrender.
As he held me there against the cool, hard surface, his hand caressed my sore ass. Something in me did break, but not like I’d expected it to. I didn’t try to shove him off me. I didn’t fight. I gave in, and it felt incredible. I was sure I would be angry with myself later, but right then, I accepted it. This was what I needed. Dominance. Control. Clear expectations. “Please, I need…”
“I know what you need.”
He smacked my ass again and again. I was so hot, so needy. I knew it hurt, but the pain felt far away somehow. I arched my back, reaching my ass toward his hand. My cock was so hard. If I could just get some friction…
Lucien spanked me hard enough to push me farther across the desk. A cry escaped me, and he slid a hand into my hair, gripping it tight and turning my head so I faced him.
“You’re mine, and I expect your obedience.”
“Yes, sir.” The words were out before I had time to think about them or consider what I was agreeing to.
He gripped my hips, yanking me back from the desk. I slid along the surface, crumpling papers, but he seemed oblivious to that.
He reached under me, and his hand circled my cock. “You’re going to come for me now. Your body knows what it needs. I can give you pain, but I can also give you pleasure. So much pleasure.”
His strokes were slow, and his grip not tight enough. “Please. Please, I need…”
His hand tightened in my hair again. “Tell me what you need.”
