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Olivia gave a small shout of surprise, her whole body jerking in response to the unexpected pain.
“That’s not a very good start, is it?” Aiden scolded as she hurried to return her toes and fingertips to the carpet.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. McLaren,” she said, sounding as deeply remorseful as if he’d caught her stealing from him. How much of it was acting, and how much was her natural, desperate need to please him? “I didn’t realize we were starting. It won’t happen again.”
Resting a hand across her ass, he gave a disappointed sigh. “See that it doesn’t. While I’m perfectly willing to spank you all day and night if that’s what it takes to bring you in line, this house needs cleaning, and I’m an extremely busy man.”
Her ass clenched underneath his hand, then relaxed again, exactly as he’d written in his letter. With her facedown over his lap, little more than the antique Persian rug in view, he allowed himself a small smile.
“Now,” he said, lifting his hand. “Let’s start again, shall we?”
When he brought his hand down that time, she stayed in perfect position. “Good girl,” he said, and all her muscles relaxed at his words. “Twenty-nine more to go.”
He peppered her ass with several quick spanks in a row, building up in intensity with each one. Pausing after stroke number fifteen, he rubbed a few slow, gentle circles against her reddening skin. “Halfway there, Olivia,” he told her, and she only whimpered in response. “The final fifteen will be much harder. Prepare yourself.”
Her fingers clenched into the thick rug before straightening out again. “I’ll be good, Sir. I promise.”
With no additional warning, he raised his hand and started in on the second half of her spanking. He took his time, watching her ass as it reverberated under his hand, then turned a darker shade of red with each crushing impact. Though Olivia’s low wail started at stroke twenty-four and didn’t stop until he was again rubbing her punished cheeks, she didn’t move her hands or feet again.
It was fun to prolong a punishment when his sub wasn’t able to follow his instructions (so long as she wasn’t doing it on purpose...brats were a whole different story). But nothing pleased him more than when a sub did exactly as she was told. Especially when it was genuinely hard for her.
Grasping her around the waist, Aiden lifted Olivia up, settling her on his lap. He had planned to praise her for her obedience, but when he looked into her flushed, lust-filled face, he instead found himself asking, “No tears?” He made a tsking noise. “I clearly haven’t punished you enough.”
A startled look stole over her lovely features, but she hid it quickly enough. “I’m sorry to disappoint you again, Sir.” She bit her bottom lip, no longer meeting his gaze. “Please punish me more. I deserve it.”
With a decisive nod, Aiden stood, lifting her up with him. “Come,” he said, leading her around the desk with a hand gripped tightly in her hair. She stumbled at first, the panties still around her thighs impeding her steps. But then the ruffled white silk fell to the ground, and she stepped out of them, obediently hurrying along next to him. When they reached the other side, Aiden bent her down over the desk.
Olivia sighed softly as her stomach and breasts pressed against the smooth wood. As if being bent over furniture brought her a sense of calm and peace.
Given how submissive she was, Aiden suspected it probably did.
Loosening his tie, he used it to bind her wrists behind her back, trapping her skirt beneath her arms to keep it out of the way. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.
She shuffled her feet to either side, hardly moving them more than an inch.
“Wider,” he said again, using his own leg between her thighs to gently guide her into the exact position he wanted. When he was done, he stepped back, surveying his work.
Her bare ass was on spectacular display, her spread legs giving him full view of her pussy and her asshole. The stiletto heels added enough length to her legs that her waist was slightly above the desk, which left her ass elevated, practically begging for more punishment.
With great difficulty, Aiden pulled his gaze away from her perfect ass and up to her face. Her left cheek rested on the desktop, her eyes closed tight, and her breath came in short, hard bursts.
“What’s your safe word, Olivia?” Aiden asked, moving in beside her and putting a gentle hand on her hip.
“Orchid, Sir.”
“Do you wish you use it now?”
Her eyes clenched even tighter. “No, Sir. Not at all.”
He frowned down at her as he considered her answer. Her breathing sounded very much like when she’d started to panic down in the dungeon on their first night. Only she’d been pale and wild-eyed then, not flushed and still and obedient.
Needing the sanity check, Aiden slipped two fingers into her cunt. “Mmm,” he said, slowly moving them in and out. “You seem to be enjoying your punishment a little too much.”
When Olivia moaned, his worries slipped away. She wasn’t hyperventilating. She was so turned on she’d started panting.
Ignoring the profound ache in his cock that ordered him to drive into her hot, tight pussy and never stop, he backed away. “Don’t move,” he instructed. “You will stay here, bound and spread and waiting for me, while I go get what I need to finish your punishment.” He could probably find what he wanted in the desk drawers, but this would be so much more fun.
Her hands clenched into tight fists, and her breathing came even faster, but all she said was, “Yes, Sir.”
