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“What the fuck!” I gasped, shocked, outraged, and secretly turned on.
He didn’t answer, only gripped my hip again and released with the other hand, caressed the opposite cheek.
“Duke,wait!” I cried out, but he ignored me.
Crack!
My other ass cheek was now throbbing. He plunged his cock into me once, hard, and I whimpered with the pleasure of his huge, perfect cock sliding into me, and then he spanked my right butt cheek again, fucked into me, spanked the left, fucked…and set a rhythm, a single hard thrust, a spank, a thrust, a spank, until my ass was throbbing and on fire and I was gasping from the breathless ache of it, near tears from the fierce, piercing pain of it, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to ask him to stop because it was naughty, it was dirty. What he was doing to me was something I’d never dared do, never thought I’d like, something I’d always been too scared to try. Fuck, I’d never trusted anyone enough to let them do this to me. But I justknew,as surely as I knew my own name, that the second Duke sensed I really needed him to stop, he’d stop. No questions asked, no hesitation, no judgement. I didn’t even need to test him on it, I just knew.
I lost track of everything except the burning aching throbbing sting of my ass and the pounding thrust of Duke’s cock, the crack of his hand across my ass cheeks—
He stopped abruptly.
“Duke, did you—”
He cut me off, once again without words. He lifted me effortlessly, tossed me forward onto the bed, literally tossing me as easily as if I weighed nothing. I hit the mattress, bounced, and rolled to my back, caught sight of him prowling onto the bed after me, huge and powerful and feral, thick cock jutting, slick and wet from my pussy.
“Duke…god, you still haven’t come yet?”
He grinned, self-assured, pleased, the grin of a predator with soft, easy prey in sight. “Just gettin’ started, Fancy.”
“Jesus.”
“How’s that ass?”
“Stings.”
“Good.” He lifted up onto his knees. “All fours, babe. Lemme see how red your ass is.”
I scrambled away from him—now that I was out of the heat of the moment, my ass was stinging like hell and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be spanked any more.
He lifted an eyebrow at me. “You gotta trust me to know what you can take, honey. Now…you gonna do what I’m telling you, or do I have to manhandle you again?”
“Don’t spank me anymore,” I said.
“I’ll do what I want, and you’ll like it. If I didn’t know you’d like it, I wouldn’t do it.” He grabbed my ankle and hauled me toward him.
“Duke, I—”
“Get on your hands and knees, Temple.” He released my ankle, his expression now unreadable. “Show me your ass.”
Normally, I adamantly refused to do anything if it sounded like an order. I didnottake instructions, I gave them. No one told me what to do. Spoiled brat? That’s me. The producers learned early on the best way to get me to work with what they wanted was to ask nicely, to butter me up. Not even my parents could order me around. My boy-toys? Yeah, that’s a joke. I told them what to do, got what I wanted from them, and kicked them out. The slightest hint of…well, the exact dominating, macho, me-Tarzan-you-Jane attitude Duke was flashing me right then…and the guy was history.
No one gave me orders,ever.
Yet here I was, rolling to my hands and knees, obeying Duke. Presenting my ass to him, baring myself for him, vulnerable, eager to please him.
I watched over my shoulder as he slid his palm against my ass cheek—I flinched in anticipation, and he shot me a shit-eating grin.
“Relax and trust me, Fancy.”
I forced myself to remain still as he palmed my ass again. His touch was gentle, in juxtaposition to the merciless spanking he’d administered just moments ago.
“Jesus, Temple. You’re…fucking perfect. Have I said that yet?” He used both hands, now, caressing my ass as he had at the very beginning. “Your ass is all red now…even more perfect.”
“You’ve really got a thing for my ass, don’t you?”
His lip curled in a snarl. “You have no clue.”