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Yeah, she wasn’t just going to be my assistant for much longer. I had more plans for Rebecca that had nothing to do with bed play.

I took my time moving to her, soaking in the expanse of her olive skin, her hair that fell over her shoulder and pooled on the felt. Her legs were long and toned, toes a bright red that matched her nails. “Spread your legs as wide as you can,” I said once I reached her.

When she moved, I lifted my hand, brought it down right on the fleshiest parts of her ass.

“Yowch!” she cried.

I spanked her again. “What?”

“Sir. Thank you, sir. Shit shit.” She wiggled her ass, shaking off the pain rippling through her.

“You earned that from your sassy little wink earlier. If I want you to put on a show for me, I’ll tell you. Next time, keep it simple and obey. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now tell me, you wet?”

“Yes, dripping.”

I tapped her ankle with my foot. “Pardon me, sub.”

“Sir. I’m dripping sir. Sorry.”

“You’ll learn.” Quickly, I divested myself of my own clothing, belt clanking as my pants fell to the floor. I whipped my tie through the collar of my shirt and tossed it on the table, removing my shirt next. “We haven’t talked about this, and I know I told you any kind of pleasure you receive will come from my hands. You have a problem being tied up or blindfolded?”

I didn’t do it frequently, but I liked having the option.

Her gaze fixed on my silver tie and she bit her bottom lip. “I think I’d be okay with being tied, sir.”

“Blindfolded?”

“I’d prefer to be able to see you.”

I pressed my lips to her spine and she quivered beneath me. “You don’t trust me enough yet to take away your vision, and before you argue, I understand, Rebecca. But I do want to tie your hands together.”

I kissed down her spine. Every time I did, her breathing quickened, harsher and louder. “That’s okay, sir.”

“Beautiful,” I murmured, shifting to kiss above one of her hips. That fleshly soft part at a woman’s waist drove me crazy. “We’ll start slow, you tell me if it hurts or it’s too tight, okay?”

“Okay.”

I took my tie and guided her hands to her lower back. Wrapping the tie around her wrists, I left it loose enough she could pull her hands apart a few inches, but couldn’t remove it.

“Ready?” I asked. I ran my hand down her back, ending at her ass where I massaged my earlier slap. I hadn’t done it hard enough to leave a mark, and tonight I didn’t want to. I’d save it for tomorrow so when she was at work, she was sitting on a sore ass, unable to stop thinking about me.

“Mr. Ashby, please, sir.”

My dick jutted out, seeking her heat as she called my name. I’d fucking missed it, more than I would admit.

“Please what, sub?”

Her eyes closed harshly and she opened them, lips parting. “Fuck me, sir.”

“Ah, sub, you don’t know what you’re asking.”