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“Good girl,” I croon as I trail the side of the paddle without the jewels from her ankle up her calf and between her thighs. When it grazes her pussy, she mewls. “Look at how slick you made your paddle.”
I lower it in front of her face. In the low light from the torches, the rosewood gleams with her juices.
“Lick it clean.”
Another shudder shakes her entire body. Her pupils dilate. The tip of her tongue darts out to lap the paddle free of her juices. She closes her eyes and hums in the back of her throat.
Now, my dick jumps in protest. The sound triggers memories of it being swallowed by Ma Petite Fille. My control is superb. But if I don’t move on to the spanking, my cock will rip a hole through my trousers and seek its release.
I move behind her and massage her round ass cheeks. A few smacks from my palm warm her up for the brunt of the paddle.
“Fifteen spanks, five for each man you lusted after, naughty girl,” I growl through clenched teeth. “You will count each one. Miss and we start anew. Use your safeword and all play stops. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she cries.
Without warning, I crack her ass with the paddle. It jiggles from the impact to the delight of my cock.
“One, Daddy!” She bleats after a gasp.
I pepper her butt cheeks, bottom curve, and upper thighs. Her skin pinkens, then turns a beautiful shade of crimson. My good little sub doesn’t miss a count. My chest swells with pride.
Immediately, I lower the paddle to the floor, free my cock, and shove it into her dripping pussy. She cries out in wild abandon as her greedy snatch clamps on my girth from root to tip. Feral grunts and groans pour from my mouth as I mount her like a beast. She orgasms for a third time and strangles my engorged cock.
My roar punches the air as I unleash a torrent of cum inside her well-used pussy. Groin wedged into her reddened ass, my fingers dig into her hips, sure to leave more marks. Neck, ass, hips. Good.
I lower my chest to her back and murmur in her ear.
“Only mine.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she mumbles, lost to subspace.
I smirk and pull out with a pop, staring possessively at the cum that slips from her pussy to puddle on the floor.
Quickly, I tuck my still erect cock in my trousers, then remove the restraints from her limbs. I cradle her in my arms and carry her to the leather bench next to the wall and cabinet of aftercare ointments, warm linens, and bottled water. I croon words of my pleasure against her sweat-dampened hair.
Gently, I place her on her belly. A warm cloth cleans our combined orgasms from her thighs. With extra care, I massage her tender butt cheeks and thighs with a soothing ointment.
She whimpers. But settles as I plant kisses along her spine to her ear.
“I love you, Blair.”
Hours later, we leave the club with Blair tucked against my side. She smiles up at me, and I kiss her soft lips. White flashing lights—not from the intensity of our kiss—surprise us. We part to find a paparazzo with his camera clicking away, lighting up the night. Before we react, the club’s security guard rushes forward. But the paparazzo zips away on his scooter.
“Sorry about that, sir,” the guard says when he returns to where we stand just outside the club’s doors. “We usually catch the buggers and destroy the memory cards.”
As much as I want to shrug it off, I can’t help but wonder where the images will appear. Days later, I get my answer when Roderick calls shouting at me.
13
Luc
“What the fuck, Luc?! You take my daughter to a bloody sex club?! You assured me you were being honorable! How fucking dare you…”
I sit at my desk in stunned silence as Roderick rants.
Merde.
My fingers fly across the laptop’s keyboard as I pull up the website he mentioned. Plastered on the homepage are several photos of Blair and me kissing and staring in surprise at the camera, along with photos of the club’s exterior. Our names, my title, and our jobs listed in the captions. Despite the former bank being discrete with no signage, the captions provide details of its current use. The article provides more scandalous and explicit information about LEVELS London with a roster of alleged members. The exposé is enough to not only reveal Blair and me, but to impact Banque Montaigne and Lola’s Coterie.
