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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

HEATHER

After twirling all the way around and hiding the contract behind my back, I stepped backward and bumped into his desk. “Nothing!” I exclaimed, then slid onto it, regaining some of my composure from him surprising me.

He stepped into the room and gently shut the door behind him. Nothing, huh?

“Nope,” I said, popping the P .

“And what is behind your back?”

“You know,” I hummed, “just a contract with my name on it.”

Stiffening, Hector dropped his gaze to his desk and then lifted it back up to mine. Heat grew warmer between my thighs, as all I could think about was that Hector was so serious about this— about us —that he had already drafted a contract.

A freaking BDSM contract!

“Is that so?” Hector asked, stalking closer to me with that dangerous look in his eye, like the one he had given me this afternoon at the office when he tied my hands over my head.

“Yep.”

Well, with that little smirk on your face, it seems like you re enjoying it. He moved around his desk, sat in the chair, and twirled me around so I faced him. Why don t you read all your favorite parts to me?

My eyes widened, and I shook my head. “I-I don’t think?—”

“Nonsense,” he said, holding the contract in his hands now. “Read it.”

“Okay, fine,” I said, reading it through my head.

He growled. “Aloud.”

Fuck.

I stared down at the contract and flipped to the Responsibilities section, leaning back on one hand. He shifted my legs so mine were spread and his were nestled between them, his bulge on full freaking display underneath the dim light flooding in through the large windows.

“My favorite part is responsibility number three,” I said. “Where you reward me.”

“You only get rewarded for good behavior.”

“I’m always good.”

I d say the opposite.

“Well, that’s your opinion,” I said. “I am good … just not for you.”

“Rewards only come if I think you’ve been good. Not the other way around.” After standing, he flipped to the responsibilities of submissive section and took my chin in his hand. You will refer to me as Master or Sir. You always ask for permission to come. You follow my directions. And you stay loyal to me, Heather. Is that understood?

I stared up at him, excitement rushing through me. “Or what?”

He moved closer to me, his bulge millimeters from my pussy. “Or you’ll be punished.”

“I’ve read the Punishment section already,” I said.

“So you know what will happen when you talk back to me.”

I bit back a smirk. “They’re all my favorite.”

None of them should be your favorite, he growled. They re punishments.

“Oh yeah.” I giggled. “I mean that I hate them all. Especially the public discipline one.”

It seemed hot on paper, but if he actually made me do that in real life, I would probably have another freaking heart attack, like I did today at the office! Though I would never ever tell him that or he d use it to his full advantage.

“You won’t enjoy the punishment when I force you through twenty consecutive orgasms and refuse to stop until you’re calling yourself a dirty little whore on the saddle,” he said.

He pressed his dick against my aching pussy, and I whimpered.

Screw these being my favorite! This orgasm control was killing me already. Once I d had a taste of how Hector could make me feel, I so desperately wanted more and more and more. And to be a good girl to get it? Un-fucking-real!

“Hector,” I whispered, pussy pulsing. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Let me touch myself. Let me come.”

“Are we making demands now?” he asked. “That’s no way to ask to feel good.”

N-no! I said, shaking my head, spreading my legs further, and deciding to start over. I didn t think I could handle another freaking hour of this constant teasing from him, knowing I could do nothing. I mean, can I come, please?

“Please what?”

“Please, Sir.”

He pressed his bulge harder against me. “No.”

Please, I cried, staring down at the way his dick ground against my underwear over and over and over, stains now covering his pants from my wetness. Please, I m begging you, Sir. I need it so badly. I can t wait until tomorrow.

“No.”

I placed my feet up on the desk, wanting to grind back against him.

Before I could move an inch, he stopped. You know what ll happen if you make yourself feel good, don t you? You won t get to come tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the next. Your punishment will continue until you learn to be good.

“But I am good,” I whispered, not grinding against him, but close to it. “Please, let me.”

“No.”

My bottom lip quivered, and I stared up at him through big eyes. “Please.”

My answer is not going to change, Heather, he said. Only I can make you feel good tonight. If I want to make you come, that ll be my choice based on how good you are for me. And you re not proving to be a good girl tonight.

“I’m good,” I whimpered. “I’m good. I’m good. I haven’t touched myself at all.”

“You’re going to wait for it,” he said.

“B-but, Sir …”

He snatched my chin in his hand, pressed his bulge back against my pussy, and ground himself into me. You are going to wait for it, or I ll add another day to your punishment. Do I make myself clear?

A wave of heat coursed through my body, and I swallowed hard.

Another day?! I can’t even last a couple of hours!

“Yes,” I whispered.

And when I didn’t address him properly, he lifted my chin. “Yes?”

Yes, Sir. I glanced down at his huge bulge, wishing that he d rip off his pants and thrust himself inside of me because, damn, I needed it badly. I ll wait until you think I ve earned it. I ll be a good girl for you until tomorrow.

And then, once I got what I wanted, I’d act however I damn well pleased.