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sharper now, the throbbing of my pussy radiating throughout my body.
    I didn’t reply, struggling to suppress a smile though I couldn’t figure out just why I felt like grinning.
    “What’s funny?” He tugged at my hair.
    The tug hurt so much my eyes watered. “Nothing.”
    “Say it. Say ‘I don’t listen’.” His hand held my head back, forcing me to make eye contact.
    “I—” My voice cracked, arousal and agony gripping my throat. “I don’t listen.”
    “Do you need me to make you?”
    “Yes…please.” My legs trembled, my pussy quivering at the thought of what he would do to punish me.
    Pulling me up and bending me over the table, he pressed my cheek to the cool surface, hand still tangled in my hair, but he’d eased up on the agonizing hold.
    The skirt I’d taken so much care to pick out wound up crumpled around my waist. He ripped off my panties then caressed the swell of my ass. I heard the jangle of his belt buckle and the whoosh of it sliding out of his belt loops. Oh God, he was going to—
    Crack!
    I cried out and squirmed, the initial sting so intense I could hardly stand it, but he held me down.
    Crack!
    The belt smacked against my ass, heat spreading over the entire cheek. I yelped and whimpered. A sharp burning sensation ran along the junction of my buttock and my thigh and I was sure he’d given me a welt. The thought turned me on to no end. I was bare-assed, splayed out across a table and one of the most gorgeous men I’d ever met was punishing me. Oh yes, I wanted more.
    Another crack of the belt and I could feel my juices wetting my pussy lips. The pain transformed from an unpleasant sensation to the heat of a lover’s touch. Instead of a cry of objection, I moaned, writhing against the table.
    “You like that?” He growled the words, his voice even deeper than usual.
    “Yes.” I arched my back, thrusting my ass toward him.
    “Yes, what?” He caught me by the hair again.
    “Yes sir.”
    He whipped my buttock again and I called out, the skin raw now. My cunt contracted, so swollen and wet he could have easily slid inside me, no more foreplay needed, but I knew he wouldn’t give me that kind of pleasure yet. I hadn’t earned it.
    “Your pretty little ass is the most lovely shade of red.”
    I felt him drop to his knees, running his tongue over the areas that stung the most. A hiss escaped me. Parting my labia with two fingers, he swiped at my slit.
    “You’re so wet. You’re going to be fun to play with.”
    I panted, desperate that he continue my training, but instead he righted my skirt and helped me up. Swiping the finger coated in my cream over my lips, he moved in for a kiss. His tongue flicked at the musky fluid then plunged inside my mouth. I inhaled the scent of pussy mingled with his cologne, unable to get enough of the heady scent.
    As the kiss tapered off, a smile formed on his full lips. He took my hand, gently interlacing our fingers. “Let’s go to the playroom.”
    “Yes…sir.” Dizzy with arousal, I’d almost forgotten to tack on the salutation.
    “You only have to call me sir when I’m punishing you.”
    “Oh.” I nodded. So many rules. I’d never keep them all straight, but most likely he was counting on that fact. How else would he have the chance to correct me?
    Black led me down the hall. I noted more suggestive photos—close-ups of fruit or flowers, abstract shapes that hinted at the female body—though none of them depicted any actual nudity.
    “Are you a photographer?” I asked, but he didn’t reply.
    Okay—so no questions about his personal life.
    He opened a door at the end of the hall and flicked on a light. At first it looked like a dance studio, mirrors lining three of the walls, but then I noticed the various tools and devices. Some were obviously for binding me in contorted positions, some looked like overstuffed beanbags or loungers and some were just downright alarming.
    “What’s this?” I removed a U-shaped metal rod