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Matthias

‘Yes, sir.’

Holy fuck. My cock could split a diamond with its hardness. Hearing those words come out of her mouth, hearing her address me with ‘ sir’ , sets something ablaze inside me.

She doesn’t realize what she just agreed to.

She doesn’t realize this won’t be fun for her.

I’ll never give her more than she can handle, but this isn’t going to be pleasurable, not like eating her out was for her.

I climb off her and sit on the edge of the bed.

“Come here.” My voice is sharp with authority.

She hesitates for a second before crawling towards me, settling besides me, wide-eyed and waiting for my next command.

“No. Stand in front of me.”

She obeys immediately. Good girl.

I give her an approving nod, then deliver the next order. “Strip. ”

She stills, but only for a moment. I arch an eyebrow, daring her to defy me, while knowing she won’t.

Her hesitation crumbles. She heeds the warning, swallows hard, and does as she’s told.

She doesn’t make a show of it. There’s no teasing, no performance. But it’s the most provocative thing I’ve ever seen.

Seeing her in my clothes is one thing. Watching her slowly remove them is another test entirely.

I have to force myself to stay seated.

Punishment first. Then I’ll take what’s mine.

She pulls my shirt over her head, freeing her perfect, bouncing tits. The sight alone could push a man to madness.

My jaw tightens as rage flashes through me.

No one else will ever see her like this. She is mine.

She shoves down my sweatpants, revealing plush, milky thighs. Her soft curves bouncing slightly as she steps out of them.

I want to sink my teeth into them.

I want to mark her.

She pauses, hesitating when she’s left only in my boxer briefs. Her hands twitch as if she wants to cover herself, but she stops.

She remembers my words from the shower.

Her hands fall to her sides.

Her cheeks are flushed adorably. It better not be from embarrassment. Her body is a goddamn masterpiece. And it belongs to me.

“All of it off.” My voice strains from restraint.

I’m jealous of her hands. Jealous that they get to touch her, to undress her, when it should be me. I’m the one who gave the order, but it should be my hands stripping her bare .

She slides her fingers under the waistband and shimmies them down her legs, bending to push them fully off.

Her tits hang forward so fucking beautifully.

I bite back a groan.

I am in control. She cannot know the power she has over me.

I motion her closer and pat my thigh.

She moves to sit on my lap but I tsk , shaking my head.

I guide her into place, laying her on her stomach over my lap until I'm supporting her fully.

Her head hangs off my left side. Her hair cascades to the floor like curly silk.

Her legs dangle off my right side, her toes barely brushing the ground.

And her sexy, plump ass is in the air, waiting for me.

I smooth a hand over the soft curve of her cheeks, gentle at first.

Then I give a light pat.

That’s the moment realization dawns on her, and her entire body stiffens.

“No, no,” she whispers, then begs.

She’s so beautiful when she begs.

She writhes, struggling against me. I grab her wrists in one hand and pin them to her back so she’s trapped.

I remember how she moaned when I smacked her thigh in the shower.

She’s going to love this.

She just doesn’t know it yet.

I lean down, my voice dark and full of promise.

“Bad girls get spanked.”