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Patience.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, sweetheart, laid out for me like this. There are so many things I want to do to you.”

He walked around the table, taking her in: hair spread around her shoulders, ripe ass begging for his teeth, her pussy spread just enough for him to get a glimpse at her dewy folds.

He walked to the wall and returned the flogger and tickler, then chose some lube, a dildo, and a paddle — just in case.

So far, she was being a good girl, but better to be prepared.

She watched him walk back toward her, his dick painfully engorged by the sight of her spread out for him.

Her eyes dropped to the dildo and her throat rippled as she swallowed hard.

He didn’t blame her. The dildo in his hand was wicked looking, long and studded with bumps.

He returned to his position between her legs and bent over her body, fought the urge to drive into her as his cock rubbed against the satiny flesh of her inner thighs.

He stroked her hair back from her head, then kissed her temple. “You’re doing so good, Ruby. So good.”

He kissed her, felt her hesitance in responding, knew she was trying to gauge how much she was allowed to do.

“You can kiss me sweetheart,” he murmured, touching his lips to the corner of her mouth. “But don’t make a sound.”

She opened her mouth wider for him, her tongue sparring with his in spite of the awkward angle, the sexual frustration that had clearly been building pouring out in the hungry strokes of her tongue.

He pulled away before he wanted to, worried that he might lose control, that he might not be able to wait to fuck her.

And this was too good — too fucking good — not to make it last.

He ran his nose along her spine, breathing her in, stopping to bite her pillowy ass. It wasn’t a soft bite and he was unsurprised when she yelped a little.

But unsurprised didn’t mean he could let the noise go unpunished.

“Naughty girls get spankings, remember?” He straightened and picked up the paddle, brought it down on her ass. Another yelp escaped from her lips and he brought the paddle down again.

This time there was no sound.

Her ass was red from the spanking. He waited, half expecting her to use her safe word. She didn’t, and this time he stroked his hand over the red marks, then kneaded her ass cheeks.

“You’re learning, Ruby.”

He kneeled on the raised platform at the end of the table, the perfect height for his mouth to reach her pussy, and spread her cheeks from behind.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he said, stroking his fingers through her dripping pussy. “I think my good girl likes these spankings.”

He caught the scent of her sex, desire thick in the room, and leaned forward to run his tongue through her wet cunt.

He was hard as a rock and he had to force himself to focus on the task at hand.

She tasted so fucking good. The flavor of her on his tongue sent a fresh wave of hunger to this cock and he buried his face in her cunt, lapping at the seam, straining to give her clit the attention it deserved.

Her breath — a pant really — spilled into the room. He could feel her trying to hold back the motion of her hips, the natural inclination to work with his tongue.

Finally, she couldn’t hold back and he felt her press down on his mouth, seeking the friction she needed to come.

He grabbed the paddle, brought it down on her ass.

She stilled but didn’t make a sound.

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