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  He took his time. He took all the time in the world. It was like he didn’t want to get them off. For all I knew, he was going to do this forever, then declare it was dinner time.

  Yet eventually they were below my buttocks, and he rolled my panties down. My breath came in fast little pants.

  His finger touched my bellybutton, then pressed into the skin just beneath. Slowly, he dragged his fingertip south. It wasn’t ticklish, but I struggled not to laugh. The anticipation was killing me. I was too keyed up to take things slow.

  When he reached my clit, he stopped, and I gulped in more air. Then he started at the top again, this time slower.

  The fourth time he did it, I nearly screamed. I was so wet that I could feel it dripping down my buttocks. Two days without sex. Not to mention all the relief from realizing that he and I weren’t going to break up… and the excitement about the engagement ring.

  “Just fuck me already,” I moaned.

  “No,” he said. He leaned forward, and I could barely see the blue-green of his eyes through my shirt. “Did you think I don’t know how horny you are?” He peeled the shirt back so I could see him, and his mouth dipped toward mine. I could feel my pulse pounding in my neck, my stomach, deep in my core. “You’d probably come if I touched your clit. Let’s see…”

  He dipped his finger into his mouth and I saw his hand go low, vanish from view. I didn’t dare move my head to look. I could sense him getting closer to where I wanted him.

  The finger touched my clit. So gently. I could have been imagining it. My nipples tightened, my stomach clenched, my breath shivered out.

  And my hips started to rise.

  “Naughty girl,” he said.

  “You’re being a jerk,” I spat out, overcome with frustration.

  “Yes, I am,” he said. “And you’re being a bratty sub. I’d planned to fuck you senseless after a little more foreplay, but I don’t want to reward you for bad behavior.”

  I clenched my jaw in fury.

  “Do you have something to say, Audrey?”

  I kept quiet.

  “Good. Now I’m going to warm your ass, and then we’ll see if you can get back into my good graces. You will count.”

  I really hated when he made me count out my spankings. It made me feel stupid.

  “You’re not counting to any number in particular,” he said. “You’ll keep going until I decide to stop.”

  One of his hands disappeared behind his back. When it appeared again, he was gripping the flat wooden hairbrush, which must have been tucked into his waistband.

  I swallowed a groan.

  He pulled my shirt the rest of the way over my head, but it was stuck on my arms because of the cuffs. He patted his thigh. “Crawl over my lap.”

  It wasn’t easy to flip over with my arms stretched above my head, but I managed. When I tried to turn in a semi-circle, Corbin stopped me with a firm hand just above my ass.

  Immediately, I arched under him, my hips and head coming up, my back hollowing.

  “It makes my cock hard when your body begs for sex,” Corbin said. “Now crawl backward.”

  I shuffled on my knees as best I could. Corbin guided me where he wanted, but he left the majority of the clumsy work to me.

  This was part of my punishment. He wanted me to humiliate myself while complying with his commands.

  Before Corbin, I hadn’t been like this. I’d been the opposite, in fact, deciding when and how I wanted sex. Then Corbin came into my life, spanked me soundly, fucked me even more soundly, and made me addicted to his thick cock.

  A cock I could feel underneath me, trapped in denim.

  I wished he would take it out. Sometimes he did that, sticking it straight up between my legs, and if he spanked me just right, the shaft would slide over my clit enough to give me an orgasm.

  Corbin shifted me over and moved his hand to his fly, and I heaved a sigh of relief. All I needed was one orgasm to take the edge off—

  He slowly unzipped. When he finally liberated himself, I couldn’t help but stare like I’d never seen him before.

  The man had a perfect cock. I loved the swollen head and how it tasted so good when he thrust it down my throat. His shaft was long and thick and it filled me to the stretching point. Most importantly, he knew exactly how to use it.

  He also knew how to not use it. His erection was practically burning my hip, and when I tried to wiggle against him, he slapped my ass hard.

  “Be still.”

  “One,” I said, even though I knew very well I wasn’t supposed to be counting yet.

  He laughed lightly. “Oh, Audrey. You require so much work. If I weren’t so conscientious, if I didn’t take pride in a job well done, I might just let you run wild. Then where would we be?”

  I whimpered, his words making me even hotter.

  He picked up the hairbrush and bounced the wooden back lightly against the bottom of my ass, right where cheek turned into thigh.

  “I’m sorry,” I said.

  “You’re not, but you will be.”

  And then, to my eternal gratitude, he lifted my hips and settled me down again, his substantial girth pushing through the small, unclothed area between my legs.

  Suddenly, I was really glad he hadn’t pulled my jeans down more, and I didn’t even care how foolish I felt with my shirt bunched up by the handcuffs, my bra under my chin, and my bare ass on display.

  “Clench me between your thighs,” he ordered, and I was happy to comply. I was so wet that my pussy glided against his cock. He grunted his approval. “I want you to keep squeezing,” he said.

  He tapped the brush harder and higher. Then, to my surprise, he turned it over, bristles down, and lightly rapped my ass, making me squirm.

  “Be still.”

  He turned the brush over and swatted my ass hard enough that I yelped. “One!” I cried, almost forgetting to count.

  Corbin’s chuckle was both infuriating and hot. He smacked me again.

  “Two.” I said it much more calmly this time, and I was rewarded with a quick caress, his hand stroking the stinging flesh he’d just punished.

  He struck again in the same place.

  “Three.”

  Then the brush’s bristles slammed into my tenderized skin. I squeezed my eyes shut and had to take a moment before I could gasp, “Four.”

  “Good girl.” He soothed my skin, which was now burning, with his fingers. In fact, my entire body burned, and I could feel that my face was hot, had gone completely red.

  He wasn’t alternating buttocks. He wasn’t laying down each stroke in a slightly different area. He meant this punishment, and each of his blows landed in the exact same spot. The worst part? I wasn’t even wiggling around; I was obeying completely. But with Corbin, that didn’t erase my former transgressions. My thighs hurt from clenching him so hard, but he needed to be pressed up an inch higher between my legs.

  His dick rubbing on my clit would make this bearable, but I couldn’t even have that.

  “Six,” I gasped. “I mean five. Five!” My eyes filled with tears, and they were about to overflow and spill down my cheeks. I sniffled, knowing he’d appreciate that.

  He tapped the flat of the brush against my buttocks in a rhythm that reminded me of sex, of being fucked vigorously, and the solid weight of his shaft finally pressed against my wetness.

  It was the wrong angle, but just having his cock there was nearly enough to set me off. I was so close to coming, and he knew it, too; he stopped tapping the brush against my buttocks.

  I whimpered, but I knew begging wouldn’t work. Not now. Later, maybe, when he was feeling less spanky.

  “Go ahead. Hump yourself on me,” he said. “Grind that hot little pussy of yours against my dick. If you can get me off, you can come, too.”

  That was all the urging I needed. I pushed my cuffed hands against the edge of the bed as best I could, and I rocked my hips up and down.

  It was an impossible task, designed to driv
e me insane with frustration. Corbin never came unless he wanted to. And I knew he was enjoying watching me prostrate myself like a whore.

  It didn’t matter. My pussy was clenching, desperate for his stiff cock. I tightened my stomach, grabbed onto the sheets as best I could and pumped my hips harder, trying to get Corbin’s shaft slippery.

  He responded by anchoring his arm over my lower back, pinning me in place.

  That didn’t stop me, though. I still had my knees and toes for leverage, and I used them, working my lower body.

  I finally managed to reach his swollen head, and I gasped as the plump skin skimmed across my entrance. Body tense, I held myself there, trying to work him inside me. He was right where I wanted him, but the angle was all wrong.

  Even an inch. Just a little penetration and I’d come.

  When my muscles gave out, I nearly sobbed in frustration. I lay quietly over his lap, exhausted and spent. I’d worked up a sweat, and I felt dirty.

  “Corbin?” I asked. I used my not-playing-bedroom-games voice. “Can we take a break?”

  “Why?”

  “I want a shower.”

  He considered this, and I snuck a look back at him. He wasn’t as sweaty as I was, but his face was flushed and a light sheen covered his muscular chest.

  “You have a choice,” he said. “After all, I don’t want to strip away all your dignity.” The way he said it wasn’t convincing, but I didn’t even think about snorting skeptically.

  “Ok,” I said.

  “Either you shower and we go out to dinner, or I fuck you hard, right here and now, just the way you are.”

  “Oh. Well—”

  “You took too long. I’ve decided for you.” He stood, bringing me up with him. My feet had barely touched the floor before he whipped me around, yanked my jeans to my knees, and forced my upper body low over the bed.

  With one powerful surge, his cock was buried in my pussy. The orgasm that had been lurking just out of reach hit me so hard that I nearly fainted.

  Corbin, though, had promised to fuck me hard, and apparently he saw no reason to wait just because I was gasping and writhing on his cock.

  He pounded into me, his hips driving his cock deeper into my clutching heat. I was drenching him, and I knew there was going to be a huge wet spot.

  For him, apparently it wasn’t enough to fuck me into the mattress. Without slowing his rhythm, he grabbed my hips, fingers digging painfully into my skin, and pulled me up. I could barely brace myself with the handcuffs on.

  “Touch your clit,” he ordered.

  I leaned shakily on one shoulder and thrust my bound hands between my legs. Like this, I could balance on my elbows a little bit, too.

  Corbin’s balls slapped against my knuckles as I curled my fingers back around to my nub. With the handcuffs, it was the only way, but it wasn’t very effective.

  He roped my hair around his hand and pulled up, and I cried out. Thank you, thank you, thank you, I thought over and over. And when he slapped my ass, right on top of where he’d spanked me, I came again.

  I knew I was choking him with my clenching muscles, but he continued to thrust. It was almost too painful, and the moment he released my hair, I collapsed forward, the side of my face smushed into the rumpled sheets.

  His rhythm turned choppy, then he slowed, then he stopped. Confused, I shot him a look over my shoulder.

  From the heaving of his chest, I knew he was close. Very close. I bucked my hips. I needed him to come.

  He pulled all the way out, then thrust all the way in. I groaned. He did it again. And again. Slowly. He wanted me to appreciate every swollen inch. My pussy couldn’t stop spasming around him. My heart was going so fast, I thought it would burst.

  Then he was shuddering, moving in short thrusts. As he came, I felt his thick cock erupt, shooting hot come as his massive body covered mine.

  I couldn’t catch my breath, and for a long moment we lay in a heap.

  Finally Corbin pushed himself up. I started to get up, too, but he gently pushed me down again. “Not yet,” he said, and he slapped my ass right where he’d punished me, making me whimper.

  He stripped off the rest of his clothes. Even softening, his cock was a thing of beauty. Once he was naked, he told me to stand, and he removed my jeans and panties while his come dribbled down my thighs.

  He unlocked the cuffs and finished undressing me.

  “Turn around and bend over the bed,” he said, and I faced away from him. He used the side of his foot to nudge my ankles apart, and I held a cupped hand between my legs to stop the come from spilling all over the floor.

  He reprimanded me with a grunt. Corbin loved to pump me full and watch his come spill out. I slowly removed my hand, and I looked down to see my pussy, swollen from the frenzied pounding he’d delivered, slick and wet.

  A little involuntary spasm rippled through me. I would have thought it was invisible, but Corbin surely saw it because he made a gruff, male sound of satisfaction. He knew exactly what that uncontrollable reflex meant: that it turned me on to know he was pleased.

  His cock was only halfway stiff when he nudged the head into my entrance, but within seconds he’d expanded, stretching me. I loved sex when I was still tight and unprepared, and I loved it like this, too, when I was sloppy with his come.

  His shaft was too long for me, and when he took me from behind, I felt it. He could do it as punishment, or he could be gentle. Now he was being gentle.

  Leaning over me so that his wall-like chest pressed against my back, he cupped my breasts, trapping my nipples with his thumbs.

  I closed my eyes and arched as the beginnings of another sweet orgasm swelled outward from everywhere Corbin touched.

  He was fucking me hard now, and I never would have believed he’d just come a few minutes earlier. His growls were getting louder, and he rode me ruthlessly, his thighs slapping against mine.

  Locking my elbows, I braced so I wouldn’t end up flying across the room. The heavy bed itself was moving, though, banging against the floor.

  My pussy tightened, tightened again and harder, and I cried out.

  Corbin stopped, and he stayed where he was. I could feel his heavy breathing, his powerful body tense.

  “That’s good for now,” he said hoarsely.

  When I started to protest, he slapped my sore buttock, and my complaint turned into a high-pitched yelp.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said. “You wouldn’t be happy if I gave you everything you wanted all the time, and neither would I.”

  He pushed against my ass as he pulled himself free of me, and I thought I was going to pass out from the pain and the disappointment as his swollen cock dragged over my G-spot in the wrong direction.

  Slowly, I straightened. My lower back ached pleasantly. Corbin had ridden me hard, and my body knew it had been well fucked. Sex-sore felt good.

  I kicked my clothes to the side and headed for the bathroom.

  “Where are you going?” Corbin growled. He didn’t wait for an answer, and instead grabbed me from behind and picked me up, my feet swinging off the floor. “I’m not done with you.”

  He pulled me onto the bed, spooning me, and I sighed as I lifted my sweat-dampened curls away from my face and neck.

  His arm was around my upper body, and by dipping my head, I could kiss his muscular forearm, which I did. He smelled like Corbin, masculine musk and clean sweat. He also smelled faintly of our detergent, and of my shampoo, which he’d started using, claiming it was convenient. Like he ever did anything solely because of convenience.

  “You know I can’t imagine my life without you,” he murmured. He said it so quietly, almost like he didn’t want me to hear. “I’m sorry Jennifer ambushed you.”

  “It’s fine,” I said, though I wasn’t sure if it was. My urge to scream and throw things had been thoroughly fucked out of me. I’d walked into the condo feeling betrayed, but Corbin had made it all go away just by being himself.

  I couldn�
��t think straight around him. Later, maybe I’d be annoyed again, but Corbin was always so damned reasonable that I was inclined to trust him in this, to let it slide, now and later.

  But I’d need to think about it.

  “You were right,” he said solemnly. “Things are different this time.”

  He was choosing his words very carefully. My body went stiff, and I yanked away from him to turn over.

  In his serious expression was a trace of that thing I’d seen the night before, when I’d come up behind him on the sofa.

  “What does that mean, ‘different’?” I asked.

  “At the moment, I don’t have clearance to tell you about it,” he said. “Truthfully, no one really knows what’s happening. They’re trying to find out, and I’m the only one who can help them.”

  “C’mon, Corbin. You can’t be the only—”

  “I am.”

  And then, because I had to know, I finally voiced the question that had given me so many sleepless nights. “You miss it, don’t you?”

  His answer was a long time coming. “I haven’t thought about it.”

  What the hell I was supposed to do with that, I didn’t know.

  Chapter 7

  The next morning, Corbin and I made love, then fucked, then I mouthed off when he said how hot it had been to have me squirming on his lap and trying to rub myself on his cock.

  So he “reddened the other cheek” as he put it, which led to more sex.

  I didn’t know what had gotten into him. We saw each other every day. It was a lot of sex for such a short period of time, but I wasn’t complaining.

  As a result, however, I got in late to work and headed straight for the mountain of files on my desk.

  When I got a chance, I took back Lenny Brown’s file, the one I’d slid into Martin’s pile.

  As penance, I did a few hours of work on it, then took a drive around the places where Lenny reportedly liked to hang out. No weirdos with penknives in sight, though I did see an alarming number of yellowed condoms. They looked like discarded snake skins.

  This case sucked, and irritation was making my teeth itch. Why the hell had we taken it? Four hundred bucks? It was a waste of time.