Page 144 of Serving the Mogul

“Oh, I know.” Still smiling, I continued, “I’m just thinking out loud. If I’m alittlebratty, I’ll probably get a spanking, first. But if I’mreallybratty...you’ll drag it out.”

His eyes had gone so dark they were almost black.

“But…” I heaved out a sigh. “I’ve had a shitty few days and maybe what I need is for you to spank me, then tie me up and fuck me, forget the punishment.”

He blew out a hard breath. “Finish your food, pet.”

I shivered. I recognized that tone.

“Yes, sir.”

* * *

The late eveningair felt warm against my body, and I shivered.

“Cold?”

“No.” I shivered again as I stood naked on the deck.

There wasn’t a house for miles, but there was something deliciouslywickedabout being here, like this, with James.

He stood behind me, and I felt the smooth cotton of his dress shirt as he stroked his hands down my hips. I wanted to touch him, but he’d told me no—twice already. My butt stung from the spanking I’d gotten after the second one. That wasn’t a deterrent, but he’d warned me if I kept distracting him, he might have to take me inside.

I didn’t do that.

“Get down on your knees,” James said.

I knelt. The heavily cushioned pad he’d laid down minutes earlier felt soft under my knees.

He stood before me.

My breath caught as his eyes skimmed my naked body, lingering on my breasts before going lower to the shadowed vee between my thighs.

“Are you wet for me, Tina?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Show me.”

I went to touch myself, but he shook his head.

“No. Lay down. Spread your thighs, open yourself. I want to see how wet you are.”

My face flamed. It was such an…intimate request.

Slowly going to my back, I brought my knees up.

“Not good enough.”

I inched my legs a little farther apart.

Heat flared in his gaze, and he sank to his haunches in front of me and placed his hands against the inside of my knees, roughly shoving my thighs wide.

“Show me that pussy, Tina. I want to see what belongs to me.”

I whimpered, heat suffusing my entire body.

“Use your fingers, spread yourself…yes, that’s it…” His voice was rougher, deeper. “Do you want to touch yourself?”

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