Five.She repeated the number in her head.She could manage that.
“On each leg.And three on your ass.”
Hell.Thatshe wasn’t sure of.
He massaged her skin.
Then he moved the leather flapper part of the crop over her pussy.Her physical response was instant.Even though she’d been occupied all day, sexual need had been in the background, distracting her.
He tapped the flapper against her clit.She spread her legs farther in silent entreaty.
Granting her wish, he smacked again, harder, making her cry out.
Cade gave her another, a little lighter, then half a dozen more times, harder before backing off.He had her fevered, moaning.
When she was close to orgasm, he moved away and brought down the crop sharply on the back of her right thigh.
“Fuck!”
Continuing as if she hadn’t screamed, he brought it down again and again.
“This isn’t what I’d had in mind,” she snapped at him.
“Is it not?”He sounded entirely unconcerned.
When he’d finished the first five strokes, he manipulated her pussy with his fingers, bringing her to an explosive orgasm.
“This more what you had in mind?”
Her chest heaved against the table.She couldn’t form a cohesive response.
Before she was ready, he gave the second set of strokes.She squeezed her eyes shut against the blinding pain.
If this was the punishment for bratting, she might rethink her behavior.
But then he gave her two fairly sharp smacks to her cunt.Pain slashed at her and she lifted her chest off the table, arching against the shocking strength of her second orgasm.
She collapsed back down.She was so lost, overwhelmed, that she barely registered the stripes he laid across her ass.
Then it was over, he helped her up, turned her over, spread her legs and licked her pussy with gentle strokes.When her breathing eased, he increased the intensity, flicking his tongue back and forth until she came, wrapping her legs around him.
She wasn’t aware of him leaving her, but he came back with a cool, damp cloth that he used to bathe her pussy and dab the stripes on her thighs.“I should be careful what I ask for,” she murmured.
“I’ll ensure you get what you need,” he promised.
That much, she believed.
He helped her to sit, and she scooted to the edge of the table.He held her, and she leaned against him, inhaling the scents of leather and sweat.
Damn.Each moment, she drew closer to falling in love with him.
“How was it?”
“Astounding.Fucking damn hurt.”She looked up at him.“Do not smile.”
“Wouldn’t consider it.”He held her head against him and she drank in his tenderness.“That was a hell of a way to end a work day.”
“For me, too.”
