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I stand, pulling each heel off deliberately slow, then undo my jeans and yank them down, my back to him. I hear him groan as my jeans hit the floor. My G-string leaves little to the imagination; my ass is now on full display. The thing is? I like him looking.

I like the heat in his eyes when he devours my body. I want more of it—more of him.

I don’t wait to be asked—I bend to slide my stilettos back on, super slow so he can see everything. Knowing he’s watching my every move makes me so hot. I slide my cut off and then my tank. When I turn, I rise just that little bit straighter so my breasts are on show right in front of his face.

His gaze trails all the way down to my feet, then he adjusts himself in his jeans. With a gravelly voice, he finally says, “Over my lap. I want you to count.”

CHAPTER 4

SIN

“Count?” she garbles.

“You hard of hearin’? You wanna play with the big boys, cupcake, this is what it looks like.”

Before my very eyes, she slides across my lap, and I’m all but done watching her move.

Her ass is just as perfect as her tits. Those stilettos still on her feet make me groan.

I’m in complete awe of her, and not just because her ass is splayed over me. Never in a million years did I think she’d ever submit to me.

“How long have you been wanting to do this?” she breathes.

Is it just me, or is she more excited than I am? My dick strains against my zipper, begging me to let him out.

“You don’t wanna know.” I smooth one palm over her cheek. “I’m gonna spank you six times, and you’re gonna count. That’s how many times you’ve talked back to me tonight.”

She wiggles in response.

I bring my palm down and spank one cheek, hard, without warning.

She moans. Fucking moans.

I grip her hair, tilting her head back. “You’re meant to be countin’, remember?” I spank her other cheek.

“One! Uh, two!”

I do it again, once on each cheek, the sound ricocheting around the room.

“Three, four…” Her moans make me want to explode.

I’m barely containing my erection at this point. Her skin is already starting to pinken.

“Remind me why you’re such an ass,” she pants.

“Wrong choice of words, cupcake. Though, if you want anal, you just gotta ask.”

I’m dying to feel how wet she is, but I’m only halfway through her punishment.

I keep up my ministrations until we get to six, then she turns her head and says, “More, Sin. I need more.”

I lean down toward her ear. “Are you tryin’ to fuckin’ kill me?”

“Not intentionally, but death by blue balls could be a new way to go.”

I spank her again, harder. Her noises get louder. Goddamnit. I can’t take much more of this. She attempts to move her hand between her legs, but I snatch her wrist. “No, you don’t.”

“Please, Sin.”