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Her stomach dropped, and she worried at her lip. “I—I’m sorry, sir. I wasn’t thinking straight, but that’s no excuse.”
He pushed a stray lock of hair back from her face. “I suppose I should be flattered that you find my dick that irresistible, but from now on you need to control yourself if there are customers in the store.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you agree you deserve to be punished?”
It wasn’t fair for him to punish her when she was so horny!
She sighed in resignation, but decided against trying to talk him out of it.
“Yes, sir.”
He took out a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote something at the top of the page. As she moved closer, she saw what it said.
I will only give Atlas blowjobs at appropriate times.
She groaned.
He handed her the pen. Gently, he guided her to lean over the desk. “Write.”
“How many times do I have to write this out?”
“Until I tell you to stop.”
She called him a name under her breath, but began.
When she got to the end of writing the first line, he lifted the back of her dress and pulled her panties down to midthigh. She heard him unbuckle his belt, and hoped this meant sex, and not what she was guessing it meant. Wasn’t writing out humiliating lines bad enough?
The sound of the belt coming free from his belt loops made her shudder so hard, her pen slipped off the paper.
“Please, sir.”
“Please? You pleased yourself already, Mila. Now we’re pleasing me.”
“But . . .”
“Write. Don’t stop or you’ll get more.”
She tried to focus on her task, but the sound of him walking around her, most likely staring at her naked ass and trying to decide what spot to hit first, made her cringe.
Thwack!
Oh fuck. Burning pain shot through her ass cheek. The man wasn’t screwing around today. Just how pissed was he?
The second and third blows weren’t bad, but the fourth made her go up on her toes and screech. She dropped from leaning on her hand to her elbow.
“Aren’t you supposed to be doing something?” Atlas asked pointedly.
“I can’t believe I’m getting punished for giving you a blowjob,” she said tightly when she could breathe again.
“Quit being a baby and write. You’re getting two extra ones now. One for stopping and one for sassing.”
“Fucker.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” she grumbled. “I didn’t say anything at all.”
