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If he stops?—
But he doesn’t. He takes one quick second for a guttural groan and curse before he’s back at my pussy, riding me through wave after wave of perfect bliss until I finally sink back to the desk, wrung out like a rag doll.
He presses a kiss to my still-throbbing pussy.
“Beautiful. You’re fucking gorgeous when you come.” Another kiss, followed by a rough growl. “Even when you’re a naughty, disobedient little wife.”
Uh oh.
“I couldn’t stop myself! You were the one who was pushing me there!”
Why is he still kneeling between my legs? I don’t trust that look he’s giving me.
“You dare to compound disobedience with talking back?” His accent is in full swing as he shakes his head at me. “That won’t do, little hacker. Not at all. It seems I haven’t fully demonstrated my demand for your obedience.”
Ah, that might not be the issue. He’s absolutely demonstrated his need. I’m the one that’s not so sure this is for me.
I bite my lip, my thundering heart slowing only slightly. Slowly, he rises. I forgot for one brief moment when he was kneeling in front of me how tall and muscular he is. Now, lying on the desk with his full height looming over me, I am very, very aware.
My heart kicks up again. Will he spank me again? Use his belt again?
Or…something worse?
With a frown and subtle shake of his head, he bends and places me over his shoulder.
“Where are we —”
The sharp crack of his hand against my ass silences me.Yeowchthat hurts when he spanks me over the sore place he punished earlier, like a slap over a sunburn.
“Quiet. You disobeyed, Aria. I warned you against that.”
He did indeed. It doesn’t mean I was determined to exactly obey, though, and he ought to know that.
Does he? Was that a test?
That was absolutely a test and I failed it.
Was he looking for a reason to punish me?
Over his shoulder, I’m a little disoriented and unsure of where we’re going next. By now, I know the layout of his home so well, I know he’s heading for the bedrooms. His bedroom —ours, maybe?
He walks with firm, steady footsteps. I realize he’s dressed again when his cell phone rings in his pocket.
“Not now. I have important business I’m working on. Can it wait?”
Important business.
“I’ll talk to you when I’m done. Instruct the others not to interrupt me.”
The voice on the other end asks a question.
He barks out a reply. “Until I’m finished.”
His pace accelerates. I wait for him to lecture or to tell me something about what I’ve done, but our march is in utter silence. When we reach the bedroom, he pushes the door open with his foot and brings me straight to the bed.
“On your hands and knees, chest down, ass up.”
My belly quivers. I nod wordlessly against him, half terrified of what he’s going to do to me.
