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She turned sideways, offering him her punished bottom as she continued to expertly tease his cock with her tongue.
He brought his hand crashing down on her bottom, causing her to surge forward and deep-throat his cock. “I’ll tell you what, little girl. You’re doing such a good job sucking my cock that I might let you come. But I’m not going to touch that pretty little pussy of yours. All I’m going to do is spank your rosy red ass. Do you think you can come from a spanking alone?”
She made a sound around his cock, the vibration sending a zing of pleasure straight through to his toes.
He slapped her again. “Was that a yes?”
She popped off him. “Yes, sir.”
Another spank, harder this time. “Did I say you could stop what you’re doing?”
“No, sir,” she said, returning to her ministrations.
He spanked slowly, deliberately. Not too hard, but not softly, either. He aimed for the middle of her cheeks, just above her sex.
Judging by the enthusiasm with which she applied herself to his throbbing shaft, he knew she was getting close. He let his hand fall again and again as she bobbed frantically over him, humming and sucking. Seeing her come apart was his undoing. His balls contracted.
“I’m coming,” he warned her, but she didn’t stop. He continued to spank her, faster now, wondering if she’d be able to do it. She wiggled her hips, rolling them around, begging to be fucked, but he resisted touching her except to spank. He came and she paused, receiving his seed in her mouth, her hand wrapped tightly around the base of his cock.
She sat up and swallowed, giving Ben her wild-eyed look.
He sat up and pulled her across his lap, resuming the spanking.
She parted her legs, angling her bottom up, lifting it to meet his hand. Fingers twisting into the bedspread, she arched, teeth bared like a little wildcat.
“Only the naughtiest girls can come just from having their sore, red bottoms spanked.”
She cried out, squeezing her legs together and rubbing her hips over his lap, her bottom clenched tight and toes pointed straight out behind her.
He chuckled, squeezing her tightened buns and shaking. “That’s my girl,” he murmured. “I knew you could do it.”
She lifted her head from her arms, looking exhausted. “Does that count as one of my spankings?”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Yes. But don’t imagine they will all be this pleasurable.”
3
The phone on Ashley’s desk rang, the display reading Ben’s extension.
“Hi,” she said, breathless.
“Miss Bell, I need to see you in my office right away,” he said.
A shiver of excitement zipped through her. “Yes, Mr. Stone,” she said and hung up. She loved it when he played stern boss with her.
She walked past his secretary, giving her a nod, and entered his office.
“Shut the door,” he said, “and lock it.” As usual, his face gave away nothing.
She turned the lock, excitement warring with concern. Was he going to spank her in here? And risk Karen or others hearing?
As if to answer her unspoken question, he stood and pointed at his desk. “Bend over,” he said.
She hesitated long enough to earn an arched brow, which launched her into action. Even if they were playing a game, she had no desire to earn his disapproval. Not after everything that had happened.
She stepped up to his desk and bent over, placing her hands on the walnut surface.
He came around to stand behind her and his fingertips brushed her thighs, sending a jolt of electricity through her. He found the hem of her skirt and pulled it up slowly until it bunched around her waist.