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“That’s enough.” His tone was harder, a warning of the strike that swatted my clit only a few seconds later.
“Oww!” I whined, though, in truth, I’d have begged for more if I’d thought he’d have allowed it.
“I need both hands to drive safely.” Withdrawing from my sex, the fingers that had taunted me tightened on the steering wheel. “Lift your skirt, little girl,” he instructed, although his gaze remained fixed on the road.
“Like this, Master?” I asked, hiking the fabric to reveal my flesh. I missed his touch already.
“Yes,” he replied without glancing my way. “And keep those legs apart. I want to smell how horny you are for me while I drive.”
Chapter Eight
Kade
“Bend over the desk,” I growled, ensuring Tiffany’s compliance before turning back to my choice of implements.
I’d have normally taken her straight to the monochrome room I’d designed with this in mind, but there was something powerfully erotic about having her half-naked and sprawled across my office desk.
“While you wait, you can tell me why you’re here with your panties around your ankles and your ass exposed and vulnerable.”
“I was late, Master.”
There was no hesitation in her confession and no desire to deny the charges against her. Once upon a time, I’d have had to bind and coerce her into position, but since coming to Barrington, she seemed to have reached a peace with our dynamic. Tiffany was there with me because she wanted to be, because she’d tried the alternative and recognized this version of her life was sweeter. Of course, there was also the fact that I’d drugged and recaptured her… I smirked at the memory as my fingers grazed over the paddle of my choice. It was true I’d taken her without consent, but every moment since had been down to her. My little girl longed to be strewn over my study furniture.
“That’s right,” I agreed, as paddle in hand, I strode toward her. “You were late.” Reaching her delectable ass, I paused, running my fingertip over its inviting curve. “You knew my terms before you started your new role, and on day one, you broke them.”
She inhaled as if she sought to disagree, but no complaints escaped her lips.
“We both know you’re guilty.” Damn it, but I couldn’t help the glee in my voice. If I was honest, I’d secretly hoped for this outcome, praying that she’d mess up and land herself in trouble. Looming over her, all I could think was that I was the luckiest bastard in the world—to have her, hold her and get to spank her glorious backside.
“Yes, Master.” She sighed softly, her fingers relaxing on the wood by her head. “Please punish me.”
Arousal pooled at my groin, my cock swelling until it strained against the prison of my pants. In all my years, I’d never known a woman as damn sexy or alluring as Tiffany. We were truly made for one another.
“Oh, I will little girl.” Cupping her cheeks, my palm brushed over her damp sex, and her frantic whimper only heightened my need. “Eight strikes with my paddle.”
It didn’t sound like many, but I didn’t intend to be gentle. I wanted to deliver a penance that reminded Tiffany every time she sat down tomorrow.
“Yes, Master.” Pressing her palms into the desk, she pulled in a breath, steeling herself as I swapped my hand for the hard surface of the paddle.
“Legs further apart.”
Not that it really mattered, but I did so love to humiliate and knew just how desperate the command would make her.
“But my panties, Master?” Twisting, she tried to signal to her feet. “I can’t separate them.”
“Let me help you.”
Falling to my haunches, I rested the paddle against her ankle as I eased the lacy fabric from her other leg, unhooking it from her office heels. The panties sprung back to her standing leg, where they would stay until I tore them away later. Gripping the handle of my favorite black paddle, I rose to my full height.
“There.” Tapping the implement gently against her ass, I went on. “Now, spread them.”
She obeyed wordlessly, splaying her ankles as far as she could and arching her back to reveal more of her sumptuous sex.
Fuck.The word bounced around my head as I took in the sight of her. Much more of this provocation and I wouldn’t make it to the second swat, let alone the eighth.
“A warning, little girl.” Lifting the paddle, I traced an invisible line along her spine. “These will not be easy for you.”
“Y-Yes, Master.”
