Page 33 of Grift

“Feel totally overwhelmed and yet like nothing’s in your control.”

Another slap, a little harder but still very much within his self-restraint.

“I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget, spanking this perfect round little ass raw. But I’ll make sure you enjoy it, too.”

Two more taps, in rapid succession. Heat is starting to blossom across my bottom, and something else, a pressure is building between my legs. If he keeps me bent over his knee, keeps spanking me, I’m going to come again right here in his lap. He’s going to make me come again, without ever touching me in the ways I’d expected.

“But you’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

A harder slap. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” I manage to say as my vision starts to dim. I’m so close to the edge of something.

There’s a sharp knock on the door. He freezes, but when I try to move, he holds me in place.

“Your five o’clock is here. Should I send him up?” a voice asks from the other side of the door.

“Five minutes,” Patrick says roughly. He’s not letting me go, not letting me move. I squirm, instantly panicked that the door’s going to swing open and someone’s going to see this.

Oh God.

Retreating footsteps.

“We’ll continue this at home,” he says and then gently puts me on my feet, setting me to rights as he guides me to the door.

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