Page 50 of Dr. Bad Boy

“You don’t get that just yet.” He groans as my gaze flies up to his face. My disappointment turns him on, maybe, because he takes my hand and lets me cup him.

So hard. And all for me…but not right now?

“That’s just mean,” I whisper.

He just lifts his eyebrows, a muscle flexing in his cheek as he gives me a serious look that reminds me, yeah, that’s the game here, remember?

“Do you want me any other way?” he asks, and I shake my head.

No, I don’t.

He drags my palm up and down his erection again, but he doesn’t open his zipper. Tension is written all over his face, like he’s fighting for control, and after a moment, he wraps his fingers around my wrist and tugs me up to stand. “Over my lap. Now.”

I’ve only done this a couple of times before, and it never felt quite right.

With Max, it feels perfect. He knows where to put me, with confidence, and his legs slide to the exact width to balance my weight.

“Are you comfortable?”

I laugh at the unexpected question. “Do you want me to be?”

He settles his hand on the back of my thigh. “Yes. This time.”

I nod. “Then yes, I am. Thank you.”

He pinches me there, about midway up my upper leg, and I jerk at the surprise, but then wriggle against him because that warmth isnice.

“This is what we’re going to do, Violet.” The way he says my name makes me shiver, and he traces his fingers over the goose bumps on my legs. “I’m not really in a punishing mood today. I want to carry you to your room and fuck you silly. Would you like that?”

I nod. Between my legs, I’m getting wet enough that I can feel it on the insides of my thighs, slippery and slick.

“But you made me wait for that.” He tsks and pinches me again.

I exhale and hold as still as I can. Each biting press of his fingers is a release. Each warm spread of sensation when he lets go of my flesh a wave that carries us forward into a new dynamic.

“And I probably owe you an apology as well, kitten.” His voice is silky now. “But that’s not really in my nature.”

I groan, dying in a swirling mix of anticipation and fear for what Max does instead of apologizing.

His palm connects to my ass, sharp and fast. A warning shot, and the first spanking I’ve ever received that has felt like I’ve read about, like I’ve wanted for far too long.

I nearly sob out loud from the relief. Oh yes. More, please. But I don’t cry out, I don’t make a sound. I force myself to relax and to take it, and the next strike is better for it.

He pauses after the third spanking and rubs my warm flesh. “You take sharp pain well,” he says, surprise clear in his voice.

“Thank you.”

He chuckles. “I’d like to find out what you don't take well.”

I twist my head and look at him. “Why?” He spanks me again and I gasp. “What was that for?”

He gives me a look I can only describe as Domly. “For being impertinent.”

I bit my lip to keep myself from grinning. “How was I—”

His palm connects on the exact same spot again, stinging harder this time. “I think what you meant to say was, ‘Sorry, Max. May I ask why?’”

“I'm sorry, Max.” I say it extra breathily because that makes his cock flex beneath my belly. “May I ask why?”

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