Page 74 of Dr. Bad Boy

She squeals as her ass clenches, then quickly releases. “Colour?”

“I’m green,” she says, but her voice is pitched higher.

The next stroke is a little harder, and it lands just above the first. This time she lets loose an almost scream that makes me grin. He ass cheeks twitch and flex, and I wait until she settles again before laying the third and final stripe.

It’s much harder across the fullest part of her rear and elicits a scream that makes my dick ache.

“Next time I need to take the cane to you, Ms. Roberts, you’ll count each stroke. Understood?”

“Yes, Principal Donovan.”

“I doubt it, but you will.” I release her hands and toss my cane back onto the sofa cushion, then reach into my back pocket for a condom and undo my trousers.

As soon as my dick is covered, I press it against Violet’s slick entrance and slam home. I position my hands on her hips so I can use my palms to squeeze her ass cheeks together in order to make the most of that ginger plug in her ass while I pound my cock into her pussy.

Before long, I’m close, and tempting as it is to deny her orgasm, I’m not quite that mean. Not tonight. I let go of her ass and reach around her front and worry her clit. When I feel her start to clench around me, I cup her breast with my other hand and pinch her nipple as I take the last few thrusts to push me into oblivion with her.

I don’t know how she does it, but every time we’re together, she takes what I give her and makes it even better.

As soon as I slip out of her body, I quickly deal with the condom, then grab a tissue from my pocket and use it to remove the ginger.

She starts shivering and I grab the blanket and wrap her in it, then settle her on the sofa. “Just give me a minute to dispose of a few things, kitten.”

As soon as I’ve done a quick clean up, I sit on the couch and slide Violet into my lap. “You were amazing,” I tell her as I slide a piece of chocolate between her lips.

“The cane was amazing. I could probably do without the ginger, but the cane was definitely amazing,” she murmurs around the chocolate.

And if she wasn’t my dream woman before, she is now.

25

Violet

I’m startingto measure everything against the countdown to Friday nights. Three weeks in and I’m breathless with excitement as I pull into his garage and park my car next to his.

What does he have in store for me tonight?

I take a final sip of my water and check myself in the rearview mirror.

Goodbye, Regular Violet. I’ll see you on Sunday.

Inside, the house is nearly as quiet as always. From downstairs, I hear music playing, though, which is different. It sounds like Florence + The Machine.

Interesting.

I look for tonight’s outfit, and at first, I only see a pair of shoes. Sexy, gorgeous shoes. Purple, of course, dark patent leather, with a four inch stiletto heel and a delicate ankle strap.

And beside them, there’s a small package.

I pick it up and look closely at the black label.

Well, this will almost be the same as being naked. I flush all over as I pull off my t-shirt and yoga pants and take the fishnet body suit out of the package.

At first I worry he bought the wrong size, but it stretches as I pull it up my legs and over my hips, then tug it up my torso.

No, this isn’t the same as being naked.

It’s better and worse at the same time. The open loops put my sex on display. But it’s also very flattering, highlighting curves and visually disrupting any critical assessment of my flaws.

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