Page 45 of Over the Line

“Ah, that’s not really incentive for me to behave, Sir.” She kicked her legs a bit.

“Oh, right. The denied orgasm is most effective with you.”

She stilled.

“You haven’t been that bad, Sydney.” The woman was as fierce as she was attractive, and he appreciated her sharp wit.

In this instance, he was clearly the winner—he had the delectable Sydney squirming beneath his hand. “I couldn’t be more pleased with you.”

He reached between her legs, forcing her to grab his left ankle to stabilize herself. “Your pussy is already damp.”

“That’s your fault, Sir. It happened while I was sucking you off.”

“Did it?” His dick thickened at her words. No other woman had ever said as much. “I’m glad I ignored Gregorio’s advice.”

“I appreciate a man who’s an independent thinker. Now can we get on with it?”

Her ass cheeks were still slightly red in parts, and he delighted in the opportunity to make the rest match.

Without hesitation, he brought his hand down on her buttocks.

“Ouch.”

“More sarcasm?” Michael set his jaw. This woman calculated her words for maximum effect, probably hoping he’d lose control. He vowed he never would. Instead, he’d call on his carefully cultivated reserves of patience.

Deliberate, focused on what he was doing, he aimed each of his next three rapid spanks on the fleshiest part of her butt, avoiding her existing marks.

After that, he paused to rub her vigorously.

When she purred her pleasure, he jostled her.

“Sir!”

“Hold on,” he suggested.

He grabbed her buttocks and squeezed until she exhaled in an unladylike grunt. He eased off, but barely, before resuming his massage.

“That’s… Shit!”

After slapping her hard, he fingered her. “Oh, you’re even wetter now. You’re a perfect little sub.”

“I’m not really a—”

“You’re mine.” Whatever words she used—the facts didn’t change.

He tapped his foot to bounce her around and he continued the motion as he resumed the spanking. He caught her a dozen times or more with his cupped hand, making her cry out.

When she thrashed her legs, he teased her pussy once more.

“Sir!”

Again and again, he spanked her. “Are you begging for mercy?”

“No. No, no, no.”

Her responses were barely audible over her whimpers.

“Do you remember your safe and slow words?”