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started to protest, and sank further inside my own head, finding the place where I was not only okay with this, but I wanted it too.
    “Now, I think your previous behavior warrants a spanking. Up over my knees.”
    I arranged myself over his lap, ass up, balancing on my hands and tiptoes on either side of him. When the first smack landed, it was before I’d had time to prepare myself, and I yelped. The next few landed over the lace, the itchy scratchiness of it adding another layer of sensation.
    “Pull your panties down to your thighs,” Master said. “Let me see your bare bottom.”
    He wasn’t going to do it for me—I reached back with trembling hands and tugged the panties down over the swell of my ass, revealing the heated skin to his gaze. His next few smacks landed on my bare flesh and were far from gentle. He was really chastising me, putting me back in my place.
    “Good girl,” he murmured again when he was done. He gently rubbed the sore flesh, letting me align my thoughts and prepare myself for the next thing. “What should I do with you now, hmm?” he said softly. “Does my little girl want me to play with her cock?” He reached under me and flicked it. “Her nice, big, swollen cock, it seems. Or would she like me to play with her hole?”
    I whimpered.
    “What was that, darling?”
    “My hole,” I whispered. “Please touch my hole.”
    “Oh no,” he said. “You need to ask for it properly.”
    It took me a moment to realize what he wanted me to say. “My pussy,” I sobbed, the humiliation throbbing through me now. “Please play with my pussy, Sir.”
    “Good girl,” he said, petting my hair. “There’s my good girl.”
    He reached behind him to a table I couldn’t see, and his well-lubricated fingers returned to my hole moments later. He teased me, stroking me gently with ever-decreasing circles around my ass, making me even more desperate for his touch.
    “What do you want?” he said, his tone patronizing.
    “Put your fingers in my pussy,” I yelled. “Please, Sir!”
    He laughed, mocking me, then shoved both his fingers inside me roughly. “Like that?”
    “Yes,” I hissed. “Like that. More.”
    “More?” he asked, still mocking me. “My girl wants more? What do you want, baby?”
    “Fuck me. Please.”
    “Come sit on my lap,” he said, petting my hair.
    I shifted off his legs and shoved the lace panties down off my thighs and straddled his lap. He held his cock steady as I sank down on him. We both moaned from deep down in our chests, and he moved his mouth to my neck, kissing and licking and nibbling and biting as I started to work myself up and down.
    My thighs burned as I bounced on his cock, his hands supporting my waist as I braced mine on his shoulders. My cock slapped wetly between his firm stomach and the satin of the camisole, leaving a darker stain on the delicate fabric. He watched it spread with hungry eyes, then inched his hands up to the lacy hem and slid it up and up, exposing my stomach.
    He licked his lips, almost unconsciously, then fisted his hands in the loose, unsupported area over my chest and viciously ripped it from my body.
    I gasped. The tattered shreds of fabric were discarded somewhere over my shoulder. His eyes were still dark and dangerous as his hand cupped the back of my neck, then roughly pulled me down to his kiss. He worked my lips, smearing my saliva between our faces. And I understood. I wasn’t his dirty little girl anymore. I was his fucking hot boyfriend.
    It was familiar territory now, his cock in my ass, me riding him hard. He leaned in and flicked my nipple with his tongue, then hooked the tip through the metal ring that adorned the pink flesh and tugged. My nipples had always been sensitive, but ever since getting the cold silver piercings, they’d become hot-wired right to my orgasm.
    “Can I—” I gasped.
    “Fucking  now ,” he growled.
    He moved his hands to my ass, painfully dug his fingers into my sore flesh