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I want to laugh at such a ridiculous notion, but the warmth of his body nearly pressed against mine, his minty breath across my face, and his hand at my neck is an intoxicating cocktail and I feel drunk on it. “Like you could punish me.” I wish my voice was firmer, but it comes out breathier than intended.

Something flashes in his eyes, something dark and lustful and it makes my body react. My pussy throbs and my nipples tingle as prickly heat crawls over my skin. “Oh, I could punish you,rainha. I’ll make you think twice about ignoring me again and beyond that…” He leans closer, his mouth directly over mine. “I’ll make you enjoy it.”

“Prove it.” The words are out of my mouth before my brain has fully engaged with my lips. He seems as shocked by my challenge as I am, his pupils dilating and his throat working on a hard swallow. But he doesn’t think about it further, spinning me with a force that nearly knocks me off balance. He catches me by the wrists and yanks them up above my head so my arms are stretched almost painfully. Kicking my feet apart, he uses his free hand to jerk my hips toward him so my back arches and my arse is pressed firmly to the swell in his pants.

With his mouth at the shell of my ear, I’m surrounded by the scent of clean laundry and limes, and it takes everything I have not to moan and roll my hips against him. I don’t know where this is going, but I do know I should definitely not like any of it. I should get free of his hold, I could if I wanted to, and fire his insubordinate arse on the spot, but the pounding of my heart and the throbbing in my pussy stop me from doing or saying anything. Then something cold wraps around my wrist and I look up to see where he has placed his handcuff on me. I glare at the offending jewellery with a strange mix of disgust and sheerexcitement running through my body. When his hand lowers from my hip and curls around the hem of my skirt, I freeze.

“You say stop, this stops,” he says firmly into my ear. “You understand,rainha?”

I nod, trusting that he is telling the truth.

“Words, Annika. I need your words.”

“I say stop, it stops,” I breath.

“Good.” With painful slowness, he pulls my skirt up. “But no other command from you will make this end. If you cry, or curse me out, or say no, or fire me, I will keep going until I am satisfied you’ve had enough, okay?”

“Okay.”

My skirt bunches around my waist and I feel Harvey take a step back, probably to look at me. I’m not embarrassed; I know I look good. I’ve made a career managing sex workers and running the most beautiful women in this city, I’ve picked up some tips along the way for looking amazing. The thing is, I’ve only ever done those things for me, never really expecting anyone else to benefit from them. But when Harvey mutters something under his breath, which I don’t believe is in English, I bite my lips from smiling.

“Who did you wear this for,rainha?” he growls, snapping the suspender that sits over my lower cheeks.

“Me,” I say, stubbornly.

He’s no longer holding my cuffed wrists, but for some reason I keep my hands on the wall above my head and stay stood how he arranged me, presented for him like a sex doll. My red lace thong matches the bra under my red blouse and dips between my cheeks, but my butt is pushed so far out that he must be able to see where it covers my cunt. He gently glides his hand over my bare flesh.

“Porra, você é linda,” he murmurs quietly enough that I probably wasn’t meant to hear.

I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder. “What does that mean?”

His eyes snap to mine, and he steps up next to me again, close enough that I can feel the rigidity of his cock poking into my hip. “You’re going to count for me,rainha.”

My brows dip as I try to understand what he’s just said, I’m still contemplating when his hand comes down on my right cheek with a loud smack that bounces off the walls. A small scream escapes me, my arse stinging and my legs teetering as I try to keep balance.

“Count,rainha. We stop at six.” His voice is breathy, and lust filled in my ear.

I’m still trying to catch my breath, but I manage to pant out, “One.”

“Good.”

The next blow hits my left cheek but with the same sharp tingling.

“Two,” I gasp.

Smack. Each hit does something to me, a pulsing directly from my aching centre rippling out to every extremity.

“Three.” That one comes out close to a moan and I hang my head back so far, I can feel the ends of my hair on my back side.

Smack. I jolt forward so my stomach is pressed to the wall.

“Four.”

Smack. He comes to stand directly behind me and rubs over my burning flesh, soothing the sting of his punishment.

“Five.”

Smack. This one hits the centre of me, and I grunt wanting more than anything to feel his touch there again, rubbing, teasing, fucking.