Page 39 of The Donovan Dynasty

“Ask.”

She locked her knees for a moment as she fought for rational thought.“Please.Please, may I have an orgasm?Sir?”

“Have you earned it yet?”He spanked her right cheek again.

The orgasm started to burn in her.“More.Please.”

“Beg,” he told her.

“Please, will you spank me?Please will you give me an orgasm, Sir?”

“Absolutely perfect responses, little Lara,” he approved.

He smacked her left cheek, and he kept the punishment going, slapping the right side of her ass five times in quick succession before moving back to the left.“I…”

“Come when you’re ready,” he said.

He continued to rain the blows on her bare skin, and the climax gathered force.

“I want your juices all over me,” he told her.

His words, the small amount of pain, the way he ground his thumb against her, the speed with which he fingered her all combined to make her thighs tremble.

She cried out, choking on a sob as she thrust her hips back, demanding he go deeper, harder, and he gave her what she needed.

The orgasm plowed into her with a force she’d never experienced.She screamed out his name as she came, her pussy clenching.

He stayed there, saying things quietly, words that were so far away that she couldn’t make them out.

It took her a long time to return to reality and start breathing normally again.

Eventually he moved, picking her up, then he turned to sit on the bench with her on his lap.

Lara rested her cheek on his chest while he stroked her hair, brushing back her confounding, curly tendrils.

“I enjoyed that,” he said.

“I bet you did,” she agreed.She moved so she could look at him.“It’s not your ass that’s sore.”

“True.”He raised a finger to his mouth and licked her juices from it.

She’d never seen anything as shockingly erotic.It made her needy all over again.

“You survived your first punishment.”

“Are they all like that?”

“Depends on the infraction,” he said.“I told you I want the punishment to fit the crime.Your infraction was wanting to touch me, so I forced you to keep your hands on the bench.But you won’t always get an orgasm with a punishment.In fact, most times you won’t.I’ll want you to think about what you did.”He put his hand in her hair and pulled her head back a little.“You have one promise from me.You will never, ever be punished when either of us are angry.You’ll always know the reason as we will have talked about it ahead of time, and you will have agreed to it.At times, you may get to choose it.”

“I actually don’t intend to be punished ever again.”Even as she said it, she wriggled around on his lap, aware of the scratchy denim of his jeans and the tenderness of her skin.

“Would you like to see the playroom?”

“If you wish, Sir.”

He helped her to stand.A little embarrassed, she straightened her dress and reached for her underwear.

“Leave them.I like knowing you’re still damp, and I’m hoping your dress keeps reminding you of the handprints on your buttocks.”