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“Yet you taunted me today when I asked you about Crosby. You know it drives me up the damn wall that he touched you—touched what’s mine.” I rubbed the leather between her pussy lips, moving it away and bringing it back in gentle taps.

Her breathing was harder than before, her cheek flushed and damp with tears.

Fucking beautiful.

“You wanted me jealous, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Yes, Professor Caine.”

I positioned the crop against her clit, touching but not moving in pleasure or pain. “You succeeded. And now you’re going to take your punishment before letting me use you to remind us both who you belong to. But you wanted that, too. Didn’t you?”

“Yes, Professor Caine,” she repeated, her voice barely a whisper.

Trailing the crop against her pussy as I pulled it back, I saw her arousal coating the leather. Making it slick.

“Seven more, my depraved angel. Don’t count, and don’t come.”

She muttered something that got muffled by the blanket, but the snark was evident.

Thwack.

“What’d you say?” I asked.

“I said no one could possibly come from this… this… this torture!” she said, ending on a sob.

Undoing my pants just enough to free my dick, I fisted it and pressed the head against her soaked hole.

“No one on the receiving end,” she amended.

“I look forward to proving you wrong, but that’ll have to wait. Seven more.”

“But you already gave me one. That leaves six.”

“That one was for your attitude, Miss Wilder. I can give you the full ten, if you’d prefer.”

“No.” Her head shook frantically. “Seven is more than enough.”

Thwack.

Her fingers clutched the blanket.

Thwack.

Tears streamed steadily down her cheek.

Thwack.

Her mouth dropped open, but no sound came out.

Carefully avoiding her pussy, each blow landed in a different spot on her fleshy ass cheeks, all with a varying level of force behind them. Her hold on the blanket had loosened and her body had stopped shifting, though her tears remained.

The last—and hardest—hit connected.

And she did nothing.

She stayed exactly where she was, locked in an obscene yoga pose.

I dropped the crop and slammed into her. As soon as my hands wrapped around her hips, she gave me her weight, no longer able to keep herself upright.

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