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Two hours later, I’m finished with my notes, and have studied as much as I can without reaching information overload. After putting my books away, I hesitantly walk down to Savage’s office. I knock on the open door, and he glances up at me then to his left. He nods, and I hear rustling. Quin walks towards me and I smile up at him. I forgave him after he apologized for pulling a gun on me. He was doing his job for a dangerous man with a lot of enemies. He didn’t really want to kill me—only scare me. And he’s been going out of his way to make it up to me. He’s so kind to me, always with a nice word and gentle conversations about school. I still think he’s fine as fuck, but I don’t think I’m his type. No matter since my type is behind that desk.
When Quin smiles at me, his eyes are dancing with mischief. He shakes his head and snickers, but I don’t know what that’s about. Whatever. I step into the office and Savage growls at me to shut the door. I frown but do as he says. Any other time I give him head, he never has me shut the door.
He stands and I hurry over to drop to my knees, but he stops me. “Bend over the desk.”
“Huh?” I ask, confused.
“Bend over the desk. Pants down.”
“Are you going to spank me?” I joke, walking over to the desk slowly. Of course, he won’t. He’s not into that.Is he?
“Yes, you’re getting a spanking. Now drop your pants and bend over the desk.” Guess he is into that.
I look at him dumbly. “Why are you spanking me?”
He walks towards me and grabs my arm more gently than I would imagine he’s capable of. He moves me until I’m in front of his desk, putting my hands flat on its surface, and starts to work my pants. I stand there, letting him unbutton them, but I’m nervous. I’ve never done this either.
When he has my pants down, I hear him suck in a breath. Must be the panties. The pink lace boy shorts I have on are one of my favorite pairs. Makes me glad I wore them today, so someone can see and appreciate them.
In a rough voice, he says, “You turned me down. Then hung up on me. You have to be punished for that.”
I let out a squeak. “Punished?” I’m clearly not too against the idea seeing as I haven’t moved from the position he put me in. And my cock is getting hard. “I’m not …” My words trail off when he pushes my chest towards his desk and rubs a rough hand over my ass.
“You said for a year, I can do anything I want, and this is what I want. To spank your ass until it’s red. That’s what you get for hanging up on me.” Fuck, I did say he could do anything. But spanking is so childish. I’ve never been spanked before. What if it hurts? It’s going to hurt. And I asked him not to hurt me. Did I mean emotionally or physically?
“If you tell me to stop, I will stop.” Thank God for that.
I’ll let him do it. And if it hurts, I’ll tell him to stop. “How many times will you hit me?” I ask in a shaky voice.
“Spank,” he corrects. “And I don’t know.” He’s still rubbing his hand over my ass softly, and I find myself gyrating my hips. He hasn’t touched me anywhere but my head since I’ve been here. His touch is nice. Soft, but rough. At odds with what I would think he’s capable of. “Five if you don’t want to come. Ten if you do.”
Why would I come from him hitting me?Spankingme. Not possible. “Five then,” I inform him smugly.
He chuckles darkly behind me. “We’ll see. Count them. I want to hear you keeping track.” I nod. “I’m going to pull these down. While they look fucking delicious on your thick ass, I want to see that ass turn red.”
My dick is hard as a fucking rock, but thankfully he gets my panties down without much trouble.He likes my panties.I have to fight to keep the moan in. Him touching me and admiring my body is almost too much. But I’m sure my dick will deflate as soon as he hits me the first time.
“Remember to count,” he says softly. “If you want me to stop, say ‘red.’”
I nod. “Yeah, okay. To five.”
“To five.”
He doesn’t tell me when he’s going to start, he just smacks my left ass cheek soundly. “One,” I say as a gasp leaves my throat. Not because it hurts. I mean, it does hurt, but not terribly. After one slap on my ass, I know I want more than five. I’ve never been this turned on. How could one slap of my ass make me feel like I’m going to explode?
His hand comes down again, on my right ass cheek and I twitch, moving backward into his hand. “Two.” He rubs his hand over my cheeks, which burns a little, but I like the pain. The heat radiating from my skin sets a part of me on fire that I didn’t know existed.I want more of this.
Before he can really soothe the soft flesh, he places another swat on my left cheek. “Three.”
Swats four and five come quickly and I regret telling him to stop at five. I’m so turned on that I’ll probably come untouched if we go to ten.I want to go to ten.“More,” I whisper on a moan, surprising myself. This shit feels good as fuck. I never thought I would be into it, never gave it any thought honestly, but I wish I had. I’ve never felt anything like it and I’m a master at getting myself off.
“More?” he asks, sounding shocked. I nod and push my ass into his palm. He clears his throat, but his voice is still rough with lust. “Keep counting.”
The next three swats come in rapid succession, and I moan loudly. The sting and the burn, coupled with Savage’s soothing touch is setting something on fire in me. A need to feel this pain and pleasure. A desire to come apart under his hand and let him put me back together when he’s done.
Two more. I know I’ll come. I’m teetering now, barely holding on. Swat number nine has my orgasm right at my tip. One more. That last one is what I need. In all the years I’ve been pleasuring myself, I’ve never come untouched. Even with a toy I’ve had to jerk myself to finish. This with Savage is a brand-new feeling and I find myself chasing the high, chasing the release.
“Let me hear you, baby,” Savage croons unexpectedly and when the last spank lands on my ass, I cry out and spurt come all over his desk, coming without using my hand for the first time ever.
