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“You’re soaking already. So greedy for me,” he groans the last part before pulling his fingers out and making me moan from frustration. “Let’s see how much wetter we can make that pussy with my belt though, huh?”

I don’t get a chance to answer before he brings it cracking down over my backside. It stings like hell, but it also makes my pussy ache for his cock.

“Holy shit, Max.” Before I’ve recovered from the first blow, he spanks me again, and the leather landing on my ass cheeks makes such a loud thwacking sound that I blush. “Everyone will hear,” I whimper.

“Good,” he grunts as he spanks me again. “They’ll all know who this ass belongs to, won’t they?”

“Think they already do,” I yelp as he spanks me again.

“Will you call me when you’re supposed to next time?”

Smack!

“Y-yes.” I suck in a breath as tears roll down my face and the deep throbbing ache in my pussy ratchets up even further. I need him inside me so bad it makes me want to scream. There’s something so primal and hot about him when he’s like this. I’m desperate for him and the bastard knows it.

“Please, Max. I’m sorry,” I whimper.

He pushes two fingers inside me again. “Fuck me, baby. I love how wet being punished makes you.” When he slides them out, he holds them near my face to show me how they’re covered with my arousal. “You see that?”

Before I can answer, he places them in his mouth, sucking them clean before he spanks me again. Over and over. The leather slices through the air before cracking against my flesh.

By the time he’s done, my ass stings like I’ve been sitting on an open fire, and I’m all but begging for him to fuck me.

He throws his belt onto the desk beside me and nudges the crown of his cock against my clit, rubbing his piercing over the hypersensitive bundle of nerves.

“Please, Max?” I whimper again.

“Tell me what you need, baby girl,” he pants, breathing heavily from the effort of spanking me.

“Your cock inside me. Now,” I moan loudly.

He presses it against my opening, and I push back against him. “You’re so fucking wet, Joey. You make it too easy for me to get my cock in you. You want me all the way in on the first thrust?”

“Yes!”

“Yeah?”

“Please?” I beg now, tears pooling on the desk under my cheek.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunts, grabbing hold of my hips and driving into me. I feel each piercing as he slides in deep, rubbing against my pussy walls as they squeeze around him. “I love your tight cunt.”

He fists his hand in my hair. Pulling my head up, he leans over me and presses his wickedly sinful mouth at my ear. “This pussy belongs to me.”

“I know.”

“This ass.” He rubs his hand over the welts he left there. “Belongs to me.”

“Yes.”

He turns my head. “These lips…” Then he kisses me. It’s brutal and dominating, and it makes my insides melt. “You belong to me, Joey. The next time I tell you to call me after your meeting with a pair of misogynistic douchebags, you call me. Okay?”

“Okay,” I pant.

“You want to come?”

Is that a rhetorical question?“Yes, please.”

He rams into me harder. “Then come all over my cock, baby girl. Squeeze me with that hot little cunt until I fill you up.”