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Her nipples hardening instantly. The shiver of excitement that rolled under her skin created a pathway of goosebumps that culminated right between her thighs.

She did as she was told.

With shaky fingers, she shimmied until the robe slipped from her shoulders. Slowly, it slid downwards to reveal the bare, pale skin of her back, buttocks, and legs.

Alex caught the garment before it landed on the floor and pulled the belt from its loops, tossing the rest of it to the side, notcaring where it landed. She couldn’t take her eyes off Morgan’s naked form. She’d imagined it. Of course she had. Many nights since meeting Dr Morgan Kelly, Alex had satisfied herself with images and thoughts about what she would do if she had the opportunity to explore the real option.

The submissiveness was just enough.

She trailed a finger across flawless skin, riding the bumps of Morgan’s spine until she came to the path that parted her buttocks. Divine, she thought to herself, a guttural groan emanating from her when Morgan twitched at the ticklish movement.

“Are you sure you want this?” Alex asked once more. mot because she was unsure herself. This was a question born of confidence that she knew entirely what she wanted to do next, and would do it, if given permission.

Morgan nodded.

The thrill she had felt from that one fingertip alone had been enough to make her wet. But that was nothing compared with what she felt when Alex reached for her hand and wound one end of the belt from her robe around her wrist. She moved around Morgan to stand in front of her, their eyes locked as Alex reached for her other hand and tied the wrists together. “Sure?”

“Yes,” Morgan managed to gasp out before she was yanked forward towards the bed, a huge four-poster frame without the curtains. Her arms were lifted, and the end of the belt looped over the frame and tied. She was thankful that she was tall enough to wrap her hands around the metal edge, her feet planted to the carpeted floor, toes scrunching in the thick pile.

“If you want me to stop at any time, you say Caesura.” Alex spoke softly, her breath husking against the shell of Morgan’s ear, making Morgan whimper. “Do you understand?”

Morgan nodded.

The sharp upward slap of a palm against her buttocks made her yelp.

“Do you understand?” Alex asked again, a little more dominantly this time.

Breathing deeply, Morgan uttered a single, “Yes.” She felt an overwhelming urge to push her backside out and into the warm palm that stroked the spot that still tingled.

“You’ll answer me with words,” Alex instructed.

“I will.”

Morgan closed her eyes, let herself feel the movement of the hand lovingly caressing her bottom. She’d experienced something similar before, with other lovers, but never quite so…thoroughly, so reverently.

“Have you ever been spanked before, Morgan?”

She went to shake her head but then remembered.

“No, never.” Her clit throbbed between her legs, and she squeezed her thighs together to try and stave off the pulsing ache. But her mind was thrown when once again the upward strike of flesh upon flesh smarted, and the vibration rocketed between her legs.

She cried out, squeezing her thighs together more tightly until she felt a booted foot push between her feet and gently urge her to open her stance.

“I decide when you will find relief. Do you understand that, Morgan?” Alex unbuttoned her own shirt slowly, enjoying the feeling of each tiny button between her fingers, imagining Morgan’s nipples later.

Moaning when she felt the same soft palm rub over the area that moments ago had smarted, Morgan whimpered a desperate, “Yes.”

Relaxing into the touch, Morgan almost forgot the sting of the spank, wanting to enjoy this moment for as long as it lasted, which was never long enough. Jolted once again.

She felt the cold air first, and the sting that came seconds after the loud crack sound hit her ears.

Her cheek burned, her clit ached, and Morgan had never felt more turned on in her life.

She breathed deeply, until she finally felt it, the comforting, gentle rub and caress that seemed to connect with her throat and eject another moan of approval.

“You like that?” Alex asked, softly rubbing the red mark that was starting to show.

“Yes.”