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There was no humour in it—just a cruel, slow twist.
He lowered the belt and tapped it against my pussy, deliberate and unhurried, before dragging the stiff edge along my slick opening.
I gasped, snapping my gaze forward as my fingers curled tight around the desk.
“So wet,” he murmured.
I risked a glance over my shoulder.
He was inspecting the belt, eyes dark with something unreadable. Calculating.
Perhaps I’d pushed too far today.
When he raised the belt into the air, I knew what was coming.
But knowing didn’t prepare me.
The blow landed with a crack—leather against flesh, sharp enough to echo. The sound sliced through the air and stole the breath from my lungs. Pain followed, white-hot and blooming, blooming until it merged with the throbbing ache between my legs.
“Yes,” I hissed, spine arched, fists clenched.
“Yes?” he echoed, incredulous.
I turned my face toward the window.
If I looked at him, I’d laugh—and he’d hate that.
Chapter 15
Silas
The girl had zero shame—and I fucking loved her for it.
This was the game we played. She was the only woman who challenged me. The only one who made me feel alive. Every day with Everly was wildly, dangerously varied. And now she lay over my desk, her pussy soaked, her breathing ragged, enjoying her punishment.
Her training had gone too well.
I traced the red welt blooming across her skin—faint at first, then deepening like a brand, even on her darker complexion. A perfect, stinging testimony to the power behind the blow.
She flinched.
Then she welcomed it.
My jaw flexed. If she wanted her little arse whipped, then that’s exactly what she was going to get.
Bent over my desk like she fucking belonged there. My little toy.
Another strike.
She jerked—but not away. Into it.
A third.
She hissed between her teeth, gripping the edge of the desk until her knuckles turned white.
“Think it’s fun to tease me?” I rasped, my voice low and dangerous. “To touch what’s mine without permission?”
She didn’t answer.
