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Admitting that you did something wrong can sometimes lead to great rewards.”
    His hands rest on my ass, which feels quite sensitive. “So plump and pink,” he murmurs, sliding his hand all over my bum. “Don’t give me more excuses to do this, Miss Webber, because I will take the opportunity and use it thoroughly.”
    “I can’t promise you anything, Mr. King,” I muse, smiling to myself.
    He smacks me again, and my body bucks in response. The sizzle shoots through my veins like lightning, lighting up my body.
    “I know you’re a bad girl. I’ve known for quite some time. That’s why I can’t resist having you.”
    His hand slips down between my thighs and toward my pussy, cupping it, gently massaging my sensitive skin. Everything feels so good—his touch, his taste, and the way he’s rough and gentle at the same time.
    With his fingers, he parts my inner lips and starts toying with my clit, flicking it back and forth, teasing me senseless. His other hand presses me down on his lap, holding me in place. It’s as if he enjoys keeping me down, facing me away, making me witness the power he holds over my body. Because even though he forces me in place, I could still say no. I could still put a stop to this. But I don’t. I don’t want to. I want more, so much more.
    His fingers circle my pussy, slathering my wetness all over.
    “So wet, so willing,” he murmurs. “Have you ever come this way?”
    “After a spanking?”
    “That too, but I’m talking about lying on someone’s lap. My lap.”
    “No, but what you did feels good …”
    He leans forward close to my face. “Let me make you feel even better then,” he whispers.
    He pulls aside the string of my panties. “Let me satisfy this eager pussy.”
    He dips his finger in, making me moan as he slowly starts thrusting in and out, increasing his speed with each stroke. First one finger, then two. With his thumb, he plays with my clit while his index finger and middle finger work my pussy. I’m writhing in his lap, desperate for more. His cock poking my side makes me aware of the fact that he enjoys this just as much, if not more. It feels as though it’s urging me to pleasure it, and I can imagine myself coming all over him. My brain has already gone into fuck mode, and all I can think of is pleasuring him because he makes me feel so good.
    The way he circles around inside me pushes me to my limits.
    “Oh, God …” I mutter.
    “Are you gonna come for me?” he asks softly. “Are you gonna come all over my fingers, Miss Webber?”
    “Yes,” I whisper, barely holding it together.
    “Do it. Come for me, Miss Webber.”
    The explosions follow quickly, making me writhe in his lap. He holds me down while still playing with my pussy, prolonging the intense orgasm. When it has subsided, I lie motionless in his lap, breathless.
    “Hmm … You came so quickly. Was it because of my voice? Was it because I told you to do so?”
    “I think so, yes,” I murmur. Something about the way he speaks my last name, with authority, that controls my every thought.
    He smiles when I look up. “Perfect.”
    I still feel his cock prodding my belly, now even harder than before, and I can’t help but think about how I can please him.
    Suddenly, I feel him pull my zipper down. “Stand up, Miss Webber. Take off your dress.”
    I slide off his lap, feeling his eyes bore into my skin before I even see them. Those dark, sparkling eyes have something in them that command me to act. It’s like he holds control over me with just a look.
    “Let me see what’s underneath,” he says with a gruff voice that makes me shiver.
    He’s biting his lip when the dress slides off my shoulders. Tension rises, and when it drops to the floor, a glint is in his eyes. I suck in a breath, watching him revel in the sight of my lingerie.
    “Beautiful.”
    I almost grin but bite my bottom lip instead.
    “Come here,” he says, holding out his hands. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me