Page 118 of Now Their Starlet

“Good girl,” I smooth some of her hair away from her face as I take in the sight of her.

With a grip on the back of her neck, I march her over to my desk, pressing her down so she’s bent over the wood.

I run my fingertips down her arms and pull them behind her back, grasping her wrists in one hand. I keep a couple of spare ties in my desk, the silky fabric is perfect for binding her wrist.

“I expect you to spit out your gag if you need to use your safe word,” I murmur, checking my makeshift handcuffs to make sure they’re not too tight and cutting off her circulation. “But if you need things to stop immediately, drop this,” I place a round, heavy paperweight into her hand. “If I hear it fall, everything stops.”

She nods her head before turning to the side and pressing her cheek against the wood.

I hike her dress up over her hips, tucking the hem up into the stretchy bodice and baring her naked flesh to me. I nudge her sandaled feet apart with my own until she’s positioned exactly how I want her.

“You still with me, Honey?” I ask, running my hands over her ass and squeezing.

Her breath hitches, and she offers a jerky nod.

“Good. I want to hear you thanking me after each time I spank you. I know you have the gag in, but I want to hear you trying. Let’s give it a try, shall we?” My hand cracks against the fleshy part of her ass. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make her jump.

“Shnk yuu!” The words come out garbled, her voice high-pitched, and a little strangled from the shock of the impact.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

She’s so obedient, so eager to please.

I spank her again. The other cheek this time.

The flesh reddens under my palm and she jumps the same way, still just as sensitive as when I first spanked her.

Then I do it again. And again, as she offers me a garbled, ‘thank you,’ each time.

“That’s four.” My voice comes out low and strained. “You’re doing so well, Honey. You just want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?”

She offers me another jerky nod. I see the faint shimmer of tears clinging to her lower lashes and pause to see if she’s going to safe word. When she doesn’t, my hand cracks against where her ass meets her thigh.

“Halfway there.”

I watch her after each strike, gauging her reactions. She tries a couple of times—reflexively at first and then intentionally—to close her legs. I’m sure it’s from a sense of self-preservation at first, but I quickly realize it’s because she’s embarrassed about how wet she is between her thighs.

She’s almost dripping onto the floor.

Part of me wants to push her until she does. But that would likely take more than ten strikes, and I don’t want to push her too quickly. Not when she’s trusting me enough to do this with her.

Her breathing deepens and her hands stop flexing against the restraints, like she’s relaxing into it, instead of flinching away.

“That was nine,” I murmur, running a hand down her spine. “You’ve been doing so well. One more. And this one will be special.”

She blinks up at me, her head tilted to the side when I say the last strike will be special.

“This is for trying to close those legs of yours. You should learn not to hide yourself from me, Honey,” I murmur before my last strike lands squarely between her legs. I cup her pussy, the flesh heated and pink, especially after that slap. It’s the lightest of the bunch, but she still makes a muffled, strangled sound that’s halfway between a squeal and a moan. “You’re soaked.”

I circle her clit once before pulling my hand away. Despite the tears that are finally starting to fall down her cheeks from the overwhelming sensation, following the emotional rollercoaster in that meeting room, her hips still chase after my hand, like she’s desperate for more stimulation.

“You did so good,” I murmur, giving her a second to catch her breath. “Can you stand?”

She offers a shaky nod, and I help her stand, guiding her up because her arms are still bound behind her back. She sways on her feet a little as she blinks up at me.

“You were such a good girl for me,” I murmur.

I indulge myself by tucking the front of her dress up into the bodice, baring her from the waist down before reaching out and plucking the gag out of her mouth.