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“You’d better tell me the truth.” The warning tone is hard, and I tighten my grip on her arms to emphasize the gravity of what I’m telling her.

“No one, I swear. I didn’t have time. You’re hurting me.”

My grip loosens because I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m not a sadist. A little pain to spice up the pleasure is one thing, but treating her to the brutality I would use on an enemy is not a turn-on.

“What the hell are you doing in here?”

Her breath is soft and stilted. “I wanted a phone, but very stupidly, I got distracted for a second.”

“Sit on the bed and be quiet.”

“Could you put on some pants, please?”

I smack her ass. It’s not a sweet little swat, and her squeak of shock tells me I’ve made my point. Letting her go, I wait for her to obey the order I’ve given her. She sits, though clearly not comfortably by the way she squirms.

I check the phone log. The only number there is C’s burner from earlier. I check the text messages to see what she could’ve read. Nothing incriminating. I erase the logs, which I should have done before I went in the shower. Sloppy. Letting her distract me is dangerous.

“I’m sorry. I can’t sit!” She shoots to her feet and rubs her ass.

“Then get on your knees.”

Her eyes widen, the green as brilliant and translucent as stained glass. Swallowing, she starts to shake her head.

“I wouldn’t refuse. The kind of punishment that comes next isn’t something you’re ready for.” The thought of putting a plug in her snug pink asshole hardens my cock further. I haven’t had anal in years; I’d fuck her ass in a hot second. Would she whimper my name if I did her hard and deep? Would she cry into my sheets? Just like that I’m hard as stone again.

Biting her lip, she lowers herself to her knees on the carpet, but under her breath she mutters a defiant question. “How would you know what I’m ready for?”

I almost laugh because her reckless mouth is familiar. How many times have I flouted authority because I like having the last word?Always.

Laurel’s a problem for me; her voice is a kind of siren song. Would I drive a ship into a mess of rocks to hear the sounds she makes? Sure, I would. I’m doing it now.

Walking over, I stop in front of her. She looks up through her lashes. My muscles contract. Those fucking eyes.

“You’re looking the wrong direction, little girl.” Clutching my dick, I tap her lips with it. “Let’s see if you remember what I like.”

She sits back on her heels a second, then comes back off them sharply. I’m not sorry that she hurts. At this moment, when I’m pissed at both of us that she got my phone, I’m glad she’s sore from my wooden paddle.

“What’s the problem? Are we going to get interrupted?”

She shakes her head, staring at my six-pack and ignoring what I want her to pay attention to. Sliding my hand into her hair, I tighten my grasp until she can’t escape without having it pulled.

“Then be a good girl for me.”

The bright pink flush on her face makes me want her more. It makes me want her bent over the end of the bed with her arms tied behind her back while I fuck her pussy, my fingers teasing her clit till her legs shake and she comes two or three times before I do.

Her tongue laps the head of my cock, drawing all my focus down to her mouth. It’s exactly how I taught her to start. Like a kitten after cream.

My fist closes on her hair reflexively. This isn’t who she is, but it’s who she is for me. Which makes it even sexier.

My muscles bunch as I try to keep my cool so I can enjoy every second. Soon though, I can’t take the teasing. My voice is husky. “More now.”

Taking me in her mouth, she sucks like she’s got a mind to empty my balls for weeks. My head tips back, and I suck air into my lungs through an open mouth. Jesus fucking Christ.

When I push halfway down her throat, she gags and digs her nails into my thighs. My kitten has claws. Scratching me up during a simple blowjob isn’t allowed, which is why I should’ve tied her arms before we started, but I stop caring when she deep throats me on her own and sucks hard all the way down and back.

“Fuck. Yeah, just like that,” I groan.

Her tongue strokes my cock as she sucks, and tension builds in my sac. I love having her on her knees, sore and submissive, servicing me with her sweet mouth. Looking down through slitted eyes, I take in the view, her beautiful face with hollowed cheeks as she works to bring me off.