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  With a long groan, he reached his peak, angling his cock at her chest while his come spurted out to land on her breasts.

  Sabrina gasped, her eyes wide with both shock and arousal. No man had ever so boldly shot off on her body before. It was hot. Her nipples puckered harder as his come dripped down the tips. She fisted her hands to keep from reaching for him. He obviously intended for her to remain still. Her pussy gripped at nothing. She would give anything to rub her clit and finish herself off, but that wasn’t in the cards.

  Conner Bascott was the master of this scene. His rules. His game.

  And she knew without a doubt she would enjoy every minute of whatever he dished out. Whatever had possessed her earlier, making her think she should go home, vanished. She was right where she belonged. On her knees at Conner’s feet, his come dripping down her chest like a piece of art. Her pussy longing for action. Her heart seeming to lean forward in her chest as this man claimed her as his own.

  When he was spent, Conner released his cock and reached forward to drag the side of his finger up one of her breasts until he flicked over the tip. He brought the finger—covered in his release—to her lips. “Suck, baby.”

  Sabrina opened her mouth and let his finger in. His flavor coated her taste buds, reminding her she was his to control.

  He pulled his finger out with a pop and repeated the action on her other nipple.

  She sucked again, cleaning his pointer of the come gathered up to the second knuckle.

  “Good girl.” He sat back and released her head finally. “Don’t move.”

  She dipped her face to the floor in subservience as he stepped away and padded across the room. She listened to the water running in the bathroom. Moments later, he returned with a damp cloth. His come still coated her chest and belly. She actually hated for him to remove the evidence of what she’d done to him.

  A short yelp escaped her lips when the washcloth landed on one breast. It was cold. Her nipple puckered.

  Conner chuckled. He’d done it on purpose. “I believe you enjoyed that a little too much for such a naughty girl.”

  She winced. He wouldn’t forget her earlier infractions. And he wouldn’t take it easy on her.

  When she was cleaned of his come, he set the cloth aside. “Stand.”

  Her knees wobbled as she rose to her feet.

  Conner stood. “Lean over the side of the bed, baby. Hands over your head.”

  She shook as she did so. She knew he would spank her now. He’d made that clear. She wanted him to. It would absolve her of the infraction so they could wipe the slate clean and start fresh. Not that she didn’t intend to cuss in his presence again, but she would think twice about when and where next time, knowing her pussy would be left empty and longing afterward.

  She braced herself, slightly worried. He’d spanked her before, but this time was different. He wouldn’t be gentle.

  “Scoot back a few inches so your tits hang off the mattress.”

  Oh God. Did he have any idea how aroused she was? What if she came without permission while he spanked her, or after?

  “Why are you being punished, Sabrina?”

  Oh shit. He wanted her to speak? She gulped. “For cussing, Sir.”

  “Do you deserve to be spanked?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Have I not made myself clear on many occasions that I won’t tolerate that foul mouth of yours?”

  “You have, Sir.”

  “I’m not going to go easy on you, baby. It will hurt. Especially since your ass is still pink from earlier. I want you to remember this punishment for a while. Perhaps it will help you curb your language if you have to wince to sit tomorrow.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Don’t move.” He set his hand on her lower back and braced her. “Spread your legs apart farther.”

  She stepped out with both feet.

  “Ten swats. You may not come at any time.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice wobbled.

  “If you find yourself close, say the word yellow. If you come without permission, your punishment will be much worse.”

  She couldn’t imagine what might be entailed in “much worse,” but she didn’t intend to find out.

  “We can take it slow if you can’t control the need to come, but don’t let yourself go over the edge. It’s clear to me the idea of being spanked makes you very horny.”

  Damn him.

  The first swat landed on the juncture of both cheeks, taking her by surprise with its intensity. Holy fuck. He wasn’t kidding. It hurt.

  And son of a bitch her pussy pulsed with renewed need.

  No one had ever hit her that hard. Her whole body came alive.

  A second slap landed lower, almost at her thighs, causing her to sway forward with the impact.

  She moaned. Her clit vibrated as though it had received the brunt of the attention instead of her ass.

  When the third strike landed on her right cheek, she yelped. “Yellow, Sir.” She struggled to breathe. The sharp pain stung, but it seemed the harder he spanked, the more she needed release. Her face heated with embarrassment, and she was glad it was somewhat hidden by the mattress.

  “Good girl.” He soothed her burning ass with his palm. “Let me know when I can continue.”

  Never.

  She wasn’t at all sure she would ever be able to endure seven more similar swats against her burning, needy ass. Even her tight rear hole wanted attention. She gripped her cheeks together.

  “Ready for more, baby?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Might as well get it over with. To prolong the experience would do her no good.

  Two rapid swats in succession landed on her left cheek, one high and one low. “Stop wiggling, Sabrina.” His hand firmed on her lower back. “I’m not fond of a moving target.”

  She hadn’t known she was moving. She curled her toes to grip the carpet beneath her feet.

  Two more spanks, lower, at the juncture of her thighs again.

  “Yellow,” she yelled. “Sir.” She held her breath and then released it. “Oh God. I can’t. I’m going to come.”

  “No.” Conner squeezed her thigh hard, his thumb reaching between her legs to land dangerously close to her pussy. “You won’t come. Control, Sabrina. This isn’t for your pleasure.”

  There was no way in hell for him to dictate what she found pleasurable, but he knew that. She gasped for air, gritting her teeth and then holding her breath. All her concentration centered on her pussy. She was so wet. One light touch and she would shoot off.

  “Three left, baby.” He eased his grip and massaged her cheeks again. “Ready?”

  “No, Sir.” She was not. If he spanked her, she would come. And the thought completely unnerved her.

  “I know it’s hard, baby. It’s supposed to be hard. Get a grip. I’ll give you about five seconds and then I’m going to continue.” He lifted his hand.

  She held her breath. Please, God. Don’t let me come.

  The last three spanks landed fast and hard between her cheeks.

  She rocked forward on the last one but managed to keep from coming.

  “Good girl.” He stepped behind her and stood between her spread legs. “I’m proud of you. I misjudged you when I said you were too young. I apologize.” He set both palms on her sore ass and rubbed gently.

  Sabrina couldn’t believe his words. So sincere. Maybe the age difference jokes were over now. Her chest swelled at the thought of pleasing him. Her face was hot and undoubtedly beet red. Tears threatened to fall from the sharp slaps and the emotional overload.

  Her legs turned to jelly, shaking uncontrollably.

  Conner released her. “Don’t move. Stay right there. I’m going to grab a few things.”

  A few things? What few things?

  He was back behind her in moments. Before she caught her breath, his hands were on her ass again. This time they were covered in something wet. “It’s a special oil, baby. It will ease the sting.” He massag
ed it into her ass and thighs roughly while she fought the continued need to come. “You did so well. I’m so pleased.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Your legs are still shaking.”

  They were.

  “I need you to stay in this position a little longer.” He released her finally. A ripping noise filled her ears. Condom? No, too loud for that. “I’m going to put a small plug in your tight hole, baby.”

  What? Oh God. Was she ready for that? Why now?

  “Don’t stiffen up.” He set one hand on her ass again, pulling that cheek away from the other. The overwhelming exposure was enough to make her knees buckle. His other hand was around her in an instant. “Stay with me. Just another minute.”

  She locked her knees.

  Conner stroked a finger between her cheeks as he righted himself again. “Open up for me. If you clench, it will only make it harder. The sooner I get the plug in, the sooner you can relax.”

  Relax? With a plug in my ass? I don’t see how this is possible.

  Deep breaths. This was unavoidable. Most of her truly wanted him to fuck her in that tight forbidden hole. She was curious. Women said they enjoyed it. She wasn’t opposed to the idea at all. But was all this embarrassing fanfare necessary? Conner was staring at her asshole. How horrifying.

  He held her cheeks spread wide. When he tapped the little hole, she winced.

  “I haven’t done anything yet, Sabrina. And this isn’t going to hurt. It’s so small you’ll hardly notice it. Relax your muscles. Any discomfort is all in your head.”

  He was right. But that didn’t make it easier.

  She smashed her face into the mattress and willed her rear to accept this plug.

  “Good girl.” A blunt object pressed at her entrance and swirled. “I’m going to insert it now. Hold still.”

  She did as he instructed, expecting more of a stretch than what actually occurred. The plug must have been quite small. It only took him a second to pop it into her. She felt the unusual stretch of her rectum around the foreign item, but it didn’t hurt. It also wasn’t nearly as large as Conner’s cock.

  “That’s my girl.” He twisted the external section of the plug, making every nerve ending in and around her ass come to life. Even her pussy contracted. And then he was gone.

  She didn’t move a muscle while he padded to the adjoining bathroom again and then returned.

  He pulled the comforter and sheet back from the head of the bed. “Climb up, baby.”

  Her ass stung, and she winced again as she crawled onto the bed and then collapsed on her belly. The plug felt like it had a ten-inch ball extending from between her cheeks. Irrational, but since she hadn’t seen it, she didn’t know what it looked like.

  Conner chuckled as he climbed up beside her and eased the sheet over her back. He brushed her hair from her face and kissed her cheek. “You’re an amazing woman, Sabrina. Thank you.”

  “For what, Sir?”

  “For staying, and for allowing me to so totally control you.” His hand landed on her lower back, and he snuggled in beside her. “You warm enough?”

  “Yes.” She was warm. Too warm. Her pussy still throbbed. She squirmed against the sheet beneath her and moaned as her sensitive clit rubbed the material.

  Conner’s hand firmed on her back. “Stop wiggling. I know you need to come. You will not. I’m not a lenient Dom. You should know that by now. I mean what I say. When you cuss, you will find your ass sore and your pussy needy. But I won’t back down on my word. Tonight you will sleep with that need welling up inside you. Tomorrow you will not cuss at me.”

  She swallowed. He might be right about that. The way she felt right now was enough to cause her to watch her language. He said she would learn. She hadn’t believed him.

  Apparently she should have listened. She’d never wanted to fuck so badly in her life. The thought of shutting her mind down and sleeping was inconceivable. All her blood had congregated at her pussy. Her clit was smashed against the bed and pulsing. It wasn’t enough. Her arousal was so palpable she could smell it in the room.

  Conner kissed her shoulder and held her close. “Sleep, Sabrina.”

  For a long time, she lay there concentrating on breathing. She was aware when Conner drifted off, leaving her wanting. It took at least another half an hour before she calmed down enough to let sleep claim her.

  •●•

  “Yes. Oh God, yes,” Angelica screamed as Leo jerked her head back by her hair and fucked her harder. She was on her hands and knees, her legs spread. And he was the best fuck she’d ever had. Sure, he was rough, but she liked it rough. And he was older. But she liked her men older too. Like Dr. Bascott. The older ones were the only ones who were capable of being rough enough to really get her blood boiling.

  And Leo was one hot fuck.

  She had always imagined Dr. Bascott would be a similarly hot fuck. One day she intended to find out.

  She closed her eyes as Leo slammed into her over and over. If he would just rub her clit…

  Finally, Leo leaned over her and nibbled her earlobe. “That feel good, sweetheart?” His accent sent a shiver down her spine, as usual. Whatever it was, it was sexy as hell.

  “Yes,” she hissed. “Harder. Please.” She squirmed.

  He chuckled and released her hair to grab both her hips. Holding her steady, he fucked her faster. His fingers dug into her skin. She didn’t care if he left bruises as long as he didn’t stop.

  Her belly quivered with need.

  Just as she was about to beg him to stroke her clit, his hand snaked around her body and pinched the little nub hard. “Come, baby. Show me how much you like it,” he growled.

  Angelica let go, pulsing around Leo’s cock as her orgasm swept through her.

  God yes. It was that good. The best she’d ever had. If she didn’t have a serious hard-on for another man, she would consider keeping this guy.

  Leo came right behind her, grunting his orgasm into her pussy. When he finally stopped humping her and relaxed his hands, she collapsed onto the bed, her hair falling across her face in complete disarray.

  She breathed heavily as she glanced around without moving more than her eyes.

  She had no idea where she was. She’d met him at a club, same as always. This time she’d really laid it on thick—short skirt, tight shirt, plenty of cleavage, perfect makeup.

  They’d never exchanged numbers, but she’d seen him the last four Saturday nights at that particular club.

  This time she’d hit the jackpot. He’d taken her home.

  Or so she thought. This place didn’t seem like anyone’s home, but she didn’t care. She had a good buzz, and since she had not managed to make any headway with Dr. Bascott no matter how hard she tried, Leo would do. He was at least as sexy as the professor.

  He was ripped. His cock was huge. Tattoos covered his back. She couldn’t make out any of them in the darkened room, and she hadn’t seen him without his shirt on before now. But she longed to run her fingers over every line on his body.

  Leo left her on the disheveled bed and made his way to the adjoining bathroom. When he returned, he sat beside her and slapped her ass. “Time to go, sweetheart. I’ve got an early day tomorrow. I need my beauty rest.”

  What? She shifted her body enough to look up at him. He was kicking her out? Already?

  She had hoped to spend the night and repeat that performance a few times. She stuck out her lower lip and pouted, lifting her chest off the bed enough to tempt him with her ample tits. “Ahh, Leo. I was hoping we could do that again.” She lifted one hand and cupped his face as she rose up onto her knees and climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

  Her pussy was primed. She was ready for more.

  He didn’t wrap her in his arms as she would have liked. Instead he lifted her off him and set her on the bed, standing as he did so. “Sorry, babe. You can’t stay any longer.” He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on.

  Leaving the fly open, he tossed
her the shirt she’d worn and then located the other pieces of her clothing and gathered them off the floor to set next to her also.

  Seeing no other option, and somewhat annoyed with his behavior after fucking her, she jerked her clothing on and stooped to find her heels. She picked them up, but held them in her hand instead of putting them on. Her purse sat on the bedside table. She grabbed it last.

  “Ready?” Leo opened the door and led her out of the room.

  She was steaming mad by then. She wasn’t used to being tossed out quite so unceremoniously. The gall.

  She followed him silently on bare feet, noticing more about this strange house on the way back through. She hadn’t bothered to pay attention to much of anything on the way in. She’d had one thing in mind. Getting laid.

  They rounded a corner and stepped into an enormous living room. The room was bright, even though it was the middle of the night. And even more shocking, a man sat on one of the many couches, reading glasses on his nose, his head buried in a magazine as if it were midday.

  He lifted his gaze as she followed Leo into his line of sight. The man was older. Perhaps fifty. He stared at her, as if assessing her and finding her lacking.

  Angelica shivered. For the first time since she’d entered the compound, she had a sense of dread.

  The gray-haired man didn’t smile. He didn’t seem capable. His brow was permanently furrowed. “Leo, my boy. Who do we have here?” he asked, not taking his gaze off Angelica. His accent was similar to Leo’s and unrecognizable to her, but English wasn’t his first language.

  “Just a girl I picked up at the bar.”

  She flinched. She didn’t want to make a big deal out of their evening either, but that didn’t mean she liked the men she fucked to so flippantly refer to their tryst.

  “Sit.” The man patted the seat next to him. Too close to his side.

  For a second, Angelica thought he was talking to Leo, and then Leo pointed to the couch and stepped out of the way.

  She almost swallowed her tongue. Sit? What the fuck for? Any residual buzz she’d had from drinking at the bar earlier disappeared in an instant. “I need to get going,” she muttered, pointing over her shoulder. She didn’t have the foggiest notion where the exit was, nor did she have a car. Leo had brought her in his sports car. Hers was still at the bar.