Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“You did good,” I told her. She brightened. “And now, you’re being bad.”
“Camden, I didn’t mean…”
“Oh, I know,” I told her.
Then I bent her over at the waist, laying her across the desk. She whimpered a little in protest, but she didn’t actually try to stop me. Her legs already shook in anticipation.
I reached around her body and unbuttoned her shorts. Then I dragged them down her legs along with her underwear. She stepped out of them, and then I nudged her legs further apart.
“Do you think that you’ve earned the right for me to fuck you?”
She froze like a lamb anticipating the slaughter. I could see from where I stood that her pussy gleamed. She was so fucking turned on that I could barely touch her and she’d come for me right here and now.
“No,” she whispered.
“That’s right. And is pouting about it tolerated?”
“No,” she said again.
“No,” I agreed and then slapped her ass with my open palm.
She yelped softly at the first touch. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and a quiver ran through her.
I spanked her again. She was silent this time, but I wanted her whimpers and moans and cries. I wanted them all.
“How many do you think that you deserve for pouting?”
A flush ran up her back. Anger mixed with desire. But she didn’t answer me.
“Katherine,” I commanded.
“Ten?” she said more a question than a statement.
“Twenty,” he corrected.
She whimpered softly and I grinned. There it was.
I started over, alternating the spanks from her bottom to thighs and back. Her ass was high and rosy. Her whimpers turned into cries and then into moans. Her pussy was so wet, I could have slid right into her. And I fucking wanted to. By the end, she was so near to begging for me. I could have pushed further, given her a few more spanks just to hear her beg for me to stop… for more… for me inside of her. I was here to push her, but not too far. She wasn’t ready. Not yet.
“Twenty,” she whispered as I finished her punishment.
“Good,” I finally said, rubbing her red ass gently. “That’s good. I think you understand now.”
“I do,” she said hoarsely.
“Think I should finish this for you?” I asked as one of my fingers touched her swollen clit.
“Yes.” The word was a moan.
My other hand slid up her back, pressing her chest harder into the desk. Then I slipped two fingers into her wet pussy.
“Oh god,” she groaned at the first feel of me penetrating her.
“Not God,” I corrected. “Just me. Say my name as I make you come, Katherine.”
“Camden,” she whispered.
I pumped in and out of her, hard and merciless. My fingers wet with her desire. Her body trying to hold me inside of her.
Fuck, I wanted my cock in her. I wanted it so fucking bad that I was already hard again. It would take no effort to wrench off my boxers and plunge deep into her. It took every ounce of my self-restraint to hold back. I would give her this, and we would get to fucking when she was ready.
She was close. I could feel it. Her back flushed with pleasure. Her breathing more of a pant. Her pussy tight with need. I wanted her to come so hard that she blacked out. She was almost there.
“Oh fuck,” she cried out as I finished her off. “Camden. Fuck, yes, Camden.”
Her pussy tightened all around my fingers and then pulsed in the aftermath. A pulse I could feel all the way to my balls. The way she’d said my name nearly made me come a second time. She was more compliant. She wanted this. Even if she still had that vibrant anger at her core. But the pleasure… fuck, the pleasure was unlike anything else. We both knew it.
I finally released her, drawing her up from the desk. Her knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed. If I hadn’t been holding her, she would have.
I kept an arm tight around her waist and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “You should always say my name when you come.”
She smiled. Her eyes were still glazed over from the force of her orgasm.
“I’m not going to be able to sit down the rest of the day.”
I arched an eyebrow. “And whose fault is that?”
She bit her lip invitingly. “Mine.”
“That’s right.”
“When will you fuck me?” she asked baldly. No trace of the woman who had screamed at me on our anniversary.
Right now, was what I wanted to say. I wanted to throw her on that bed and fuck her all day and night long. But instead, I said, “When you’ve earned it.”
“For my birthday?” she asked.
It wasn’t so much a plea as a request. We’d get there.
“If you’re lucky,” I told her.
She smiled devilishly, and I saw the scheming girl underneath it all. “Oh, I will be.”